nothing more to say, just run!

oh. you, here? i was just passing by…

on my uncountable trips thru several worlds and galaxies i’ve seen a lot of airports, landing areas, bus- and train stations (yes, police stations too, but that’s a different story…). but the weirdest train station is shinjuku-station in tokyo, japan. myriads of people busteling about in all kinds of imaginable (and unimaginable) directions. what seems to be pure chaos (to an alien) is, in fact, a perfectly brilliant organized transportation mechanism for the native humans.

on my last trip to ixion i met travelling people which were carrying a great invention: a shoulder bag with a solar panel. so wherever they go, assuming there is sunlight, they can charge their mobile devices like prg’s (pocket ray guns), icd’s (interstellar communicaton devices) or ipods (you know them, those trendy musicplayers, earthlings love these toys!).

those guys have a website on earth, so if you want to have one of those bags, click here: sakku.ch

it was a long time ago. it was a dark and cloudy night after a long trip through endless space. i met her in a shabby jazz bar on pluto. it wasn’t love. i have no idea what it was exactly. but it was awesome. it began with a plutonian kiss.

as a spacetraveller i had to do a lot of time-jumps. so i met commander cliff allister mclane from raumpatrouille orion on the secret mission dx-17 against the frogs. this one is for you and your crew!

my first anti-gravity vehicle was a spacecruiser made by nauricon for the f300 racing league. i never was a real good race driver, but because of my smooth driving people called my cruiser “the blade”.

as i wrote in daily burnout, sometimes life as a interstellar agent in a secret mission is no picnic. sometimes it’s even worse, like entering the deep deep underground where an old devil awaits you with a greeting “welcome to hell”.

as a widely travelled interstellar agent i had to accomplish a lot of strange and dangerous missions. sometime i had no sleep, no food, no drink for weeks. in times like that, i suffered from daily burnout.

on a long trip thru endless space even an autopilot needs a break. then i have to wake up from my cryo sleep, time for a nightshift.