A blind hyperskip on the fringe of a gravity well was insanity. But as Airin yanked the space yacht into a barrel roll and dodged ion beams, it was her only hope.
She hit the drive praying, and stars became the symmetric kaleidoscope of hyperspace.
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When I read this the first time I confused the ‘skip’ with a dumpster (sorry). Rooting through the hyperspace trash? I wonder what we’d find.
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I had no idea of that bit of British slag! Thanks for educating me. :-)
I’m sure hyperspace trash would mostly consist of every missing left sock that inevitably disappears when washing and drying clothes. ;-)
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