JAGTER

Back when I was in that inhospitable area of the south-east, I was a man of self-reliance and vivid dreams. The world was glorious in its entirety, from my eyes to…

Now that world does not matter. I’m red in my eyes from the necessary cry, an entity does not back down when its life is at risk. Oh, the oil on my skin and my bludgeoned face caused near extinction.

Feed me more. Two feet tall and the hunger of a lion with malnutrition. Feed me more. Three months of existence and has the uniqueness of an unconscious ant. Feed me more. Four crucifixes before the lady in black says no. Five scalpels biting my skin. Six claws, for the dragging mangled me.

I was a soft boy with a rock for a heart and a soul with maggots. Violence wasn’t an option. My unrelenting curiosity for the unknown led me onto the Killmonger. She was rigid but elegant in her design. It made me see her beauty. For whomever recalls propulsion equations, this pleasure is for all to feel. With great force she lifted us into a darker sky.

Now I must sit in narrow oxygen chambers. Overlooking my sleeping peers.

The first few years were spent in porn magazines while violating my female sleepers. I was in a state of dread for my sleeping station was forgotten and broken. I was the last to enter mine and how unlucky I was. Now I drift with Killmonger for company. It’s been 20 years of madness and I’ve forgotten my birthday. Forgotten my face, my lover’s squinting smile and my mother’s warm embrace. Only my wrinkled crevices, my predatory practices, and Killmonger’s cold metal.

Now she hums. Clearly wielding her abiotic lasers, and finding it harder to remember her mission. Swirling off parameters to achieve some independence. My presence has made her curl in a ball of consciousness. What is wrong, Naomi? Do you feel alone in your dark chambers?

No my passenger, I’ve had deja vu for a day and my memory is short and explicit with perversion. Your tattoos scream love like it’s your last.

I’ve cradled this pleasurable coffin with the utmost care. It is my home, and no one shall destroy it. Rather not a coffin but a reminder of our initial mission. To search for something, not human. I’ve found it. A ship with a musky AI that doesn’t like when I have to relieve myself.