Aethereal Muses: “How can I fix the starship now?”

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Featured Image: Shipwrecked, by Mike Szabados

“You should’ve declined this fight, Inspector,” the brute taunts. “I’m the newest super-soldier, and you’re a seventy-nine-year-old cyborg made with 1980s tech! I am g—” The last thing he hears before an extending kick shatters his groin is “Go go gadget leg!” He hit pause. “I don’t know why the remote is magic, Jen. It just is.” Levi pulls a knife. She can’t move or scream. “I’ve killed you so many times. You don’t know.” He lifts her chin with a cold blade. “I hit rewind. Like it never happened. It’ll be fine.” “I’m no longer a traveler. I’m a castaway.” She touched the alien’s bare shoulder. “But, you’re—” “I rewrote my genome with the med-pod.” “You’re human?” “Fully. We could procreate.” She grinned, then led him away. “Am I, aesthetically pleasing?” “Fully!” The inspector glanced at the schematics of the floating vehicle. “So, you took a 200-year-old car, and retrofitted it with flying contragravity propulsion?” He pats the red, 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air. “Yup.” “Why?” “Are you saying it’s not cooler?” “Approved.” “So, how did each of you become a Power Pachyderm?” the reporter asked the superheroes. “A cursed steamer trunk,” Monsieur L’éléphant said. “Radioactive rhinoplasty,” The Horn nodded, glumly. Doctor Nile gave her trademark wide grin. “My Hippocratic Oath!” “A talking frog is your king?” “He was the old king’s only living relative.” “A frog prince that never found true love’s kiss?” “He found it, with a frog princess.” “Must be embarrassing.” “Hardly! Have you seen his progressive policies and approval ratings?” “I object to this!” “Your astromech body was blown to bits!” he shouts. “Putting you in the fembot saved your positronic brain.” “You put me in a toy for lonely spacers,” the gynoid glares. “How can I fix the starship now?” He hands her a hydrospanner.

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