{Stand back. The portal will open in 3, 2, 1...” - GLaDOS from Portal... Today be the near-late entry for @jayna’s contest of two-hundred-fifty-word, hundred-word and fifty-word taskers in the Microfiction Contest. Now let’s get rumbling with portals!!!!~ :p ... No music-aides for today, maybe some Portal 1 and 2 OST~}

Picture taken by me

- GALAXY Hoppers -

Footsteps making the metal squeak, lights yelp themselves on. The announcement VOX system plays on, a robot voice permeating through the speakers.

"Welcome to the Mesa Negra facility, Material Manipulation and Re-arrangement..."

Parsing through the hallways, Nature took liberties to refurbish things to her liking. Foots stopping before a glass door, the glass whined but opened. The VOX ringing again:

"... You are now in the GALAXY Hopper division, or the Galactic Atomic Lift Assistance - Xephos-Yuri Hopper. Our goal? Develop universe-wide transportation. Our history: Yuri, or Yuri Gagarin, being not only the first successful Cosmonaut in space but envisioning a future without borders. Xephos, or Xephos Ayaru, was the first person to develop successful teleport. Thus GALAXY for oure future mass-project to conquer Universe-wide distances."

The heads no more staring at the animatic on the screen, their feet pressed on and the final glass door screeched opened. Hand now on a lever, the lever pulled down and gave out cracking noises that so soothed all their ears. VOX spoke again:

"GALAXY Hopper prototype initiating in three... two... one... Portal sustained and stabilized, enjoy a safe trip."

Striding forth, the watery feel and ripples enveloped the entire body. Caring them wherever their coordinates were.

Project GALAXY Hopper was soon back into operation after the many years of troubles. Nature soon remodeled around and the floor in constant pain with the many boots and corframs squeaking about.

"Ma’am! Algiers’ e-en-entire sky is cover’d by these swirly th-things! What should b-be-"

"Frantz, steady yourself. You think they’ll keel over if we cower. Now, are the weapons ready for hostiles?"

"Aye Ma’am!"

"Don’t shoot ‘til the new visitors blow a gasket. Understood?"

"Yes Ma’am!"

Radioing in, Frantz scampered off. Ma’am sucked on her cigar and puffed her cloud balls out. Falling to the ground and whining under the jack boot, Ma’am’s boots marched. Her head already was throbbing after hearing the tenth portal, now a hundredth one? What the Hell was the World experiencing now?

Ripped into the air, light danced in and outside of the galaxy hopper. Ripples swished and swooshed as it spiraled and circled about. Then a body emerged and the legs took the first steps to unknown territories. Now the mission begins.

Two Things: so I #recovered not on my choosing but because work cannot tolerate anybody taking a careful emotional recovery (plus physical one from all the stabs and cuts from knife-wielding reactionary nationalists); also I got #love from the @bananafish family after I revealed I am an eighteen years young Trans Lesbian.

(Lesbian = Women who loves women. Trans = Transitioning, transgender. Trans Lesbian = a person that was, say, assigned at birth Male but emotionally, mentally and, maybe, physically feel not Male. So basically Trans Women that loves Women and other Trans Women. Basically, Fortuna and Nature fucked up and didn’t made the soup right for creating a person.)