I've a powerful case of good luck, my poor spouse has a severe case of bad luck. Together, we balance each other out and have a good, if not always peaceful, life. -- The New Guy
Do you know what a Lucker is? I bet a lot of people think it's the people who have insanely good luck. The people who have the cheat codes to the universe, if you will. It's not always that way. There are those who have good luck, like me, but you have to understand that there is a kind of balance to the cosmos. For all the good luck, there is bad luck to match it.
What is fortunate for one can be unfortunate for another.
There's some Luckers who have to live in padded houses on a planet of their own because of everything that happens to them. Thank the Powers That Be that my beloved and I are not that extreme. Little slices of serendipity without much in the way of corollary damage. Think... winning a little bit more than you spend on a lottery ticket kind of good luck. And... serendipity plays its jokes from time to time.
Beloved and I literally ran into each other. I didn't bruise more than my dignity, but I heard their skull hit something solid on the way down. So of course I dragged them to the nearest medbay just to be sure.
That was how we met. They got enough of my good luck to feel better about the occasional bruises. I got enough accidents to keep me grounded. And let's face it, a bruise once in a while is well worth the benefit of someone there to kiss it better.
Plus it's a decent kick in my ego. Which I needed. It's easy to think you're hot [EXCREMENT] when lots of casual inconveniences just don't reach you. My darling dearest is the best taking-down I needed. It's better for my long-term personality health. Which, for those unfamiliar with the term, means that I don't turn into a [WASTE VENT] in my old age.
We each have to be separate for our specific work. Where such luck could do decent work. We both have five hundred Sidu[1] radius, so we don't see each other until work is well over.
We meet for dinner and laugh at the sauce stains we get on our clothes, or the cutlery that drops on the floor. And then we always have the right change or the chef's special that day is exactly what we're in the mood for.
We're good for each other. And we're good to each other. That's the best possible life.
[1] Standard Distance Unit, roughly equal to one meter as we know it.
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