"Yawn......," stretched Fleetah Flita. The moon was rising over the dark horizon as she opened the hatch of her thermal-controlled pod-bed, and walked to her closet. She pressed the lime green auto-suit button and waited as the giant machine sprayed a form-fitting jumpsuit onto her skin. Today, there was a hood and high-heeled boots that came out of the chute for her to add to her outfit.
She strode out the door of her chamber, and to the eating lounge where she pressed another fluorescent button, and said, "Pancakes and bacon, eggs - sunnyside up." Instantaneoulsy, a plate slipped out of the wall onto a fold down conveyor belt and stopped in front of her. She wolfed down the food ravensouly, knowing that today was her last day on earth for quite a while. Then, she headed to the pod-port, which was on the roof of her lime green dwelling constructed of stretchy glow-in-the-dark putty and spray-on wood. The family's home was perfectly pressure controlled so that in the event of an earthquake, tornado or fire, no damage would occur.
Once in the pod-port, she spied her father, his head buried deep inside the pod's machinery. "Hi Dad!" she shouted. "Ow!" Millardy Flita said, as he raised his head in surprise and banged it unceremoniously on the lid of the machine. "You should give me more warning, when you decide to startle me! You're going to give me a heart-attack and that's BEFORE we progress through Solar System 3 on our way to Solar System 4." "Oops, sorry Dad," Fleetah sighed. "I'm just so excited to get off the PLANET for our summer vacation. None of the other kids are going to have such a cool experience." "Well, I'm glad you feel that way, honey, but first, we have to chart a course through the second most dangerous Solar System in the universe. Do you have the mapping charts that can help us get there?" "DUH. Of course I do, Dad. I'm the navigator!", replied Fleetah.
Just then, the upper hatch of the pod-port slammed open and a dark, transparent insta-gram appeared above them. An expressive voice began speaking. "Alert to all humans. A new conflict has broken out in Solar System 3. All travel to Solar System3 is curtailed to any non-essential personnel. Vacationing travellers must suspend all plans to visit Solar System 3 and any Solar Systems beyond. For questions, please contact the Grand Ministry Inter-Galactic Information Travel Services." As quickly as the image appeared, it began to disappear, and then flames ran across the screen with a faint boom, and the pod-port slammed shut.
The bottom hatch to the pod-port opened and Fleetah's friend Essa jumped in. She immediately started to float upwards, due to the low-gravity of the chamber. She hooked herself to the wall with a special clip on her belt so she could be closer to Fleetah and her father, who were floating mid-chamber, but magnetized to the machinery that they were working on due to the small magnets embedded in their belts and gloves. "Fleetah! The insta-gram! The war! What are you going to do?!"
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