Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors– the hop where awesome, fearless writers take on the world of their imaginations, eight lines at a time. I’m going to keep going with my Space Opera in-progress, From Mars, With Love for a few more weeks. Last week Eli decided being a sex slave (or any kind of slave, for that matter) wasn’t on his bucket list, so he desperately started thinking on how to escape the transfer shuttle. One of his fellow abductees in an altered human called a Moon Unit in Earth slang.
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The Moon Unit glared at Eli with an almost imperceptible shake of her head and looked away. Did she know what he was thinking? One could never be sure with Altereds how empathic or telepathic they might be.
Moon Units were the oldest of the Altereds, their mutations dating back to the earliest colonization of Earth’s Moon, when budgets and technology were strained. The Lunar Laborers were engineered to fit into compact tunnels, their skin smooth and plasticized to protect them from harsh environmental conditions. They evolved to be strong, dense and flexible, taking advantage of the scant gravity while not being susceptible to bone loss. Despite her apparent hostility Eli tried to take a seat beside her on the long metal bench that lined the shuttle but a dumb-bot guard grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, shoved him into a seat and drew down a locking bar as if they were going for a ride on a roller coaster.
Everybody got locked down the same way and Eli had more time to fume and plot then he would’ve liked – hair-brained schemes suffered from overthinking.
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Hot guys with pew-pew guns, a glimpse of silver bikini in the background- is it any wonder my imagination is so warped? (Chekov was my favorite).
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Alexis Duran 
Uh-oh! Stymied for now. I guess the very name of a hare-brained scheme implies lack of overthinking. 🙂 Love the bit of world-building you got in there around the moon units.
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Alexis, here you go again with your imagination boggling this down to earth writer. Just wonderful ! Descriptions brought me right into the outer space scene.
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Love the world you’re building. I hope he gets a chance to connect with the moon unit before it’s too late;). Great 8!
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Every week, his sense of desperation grows in these snippets. I love that he has no intentions of accepting his lot.
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If he thinks about it too much, he’ll probably realize all the ways he could get himself killed and give up. And then where would the story be? 😉
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I LOVE this world that your building, Alexis! I lol’d at this: “dumb-bot guard”. Keep on keepin’ on. I think you’re writing in a good direction!
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Overthinking can be a dangerous thing 🙂 Love the way you set the scene!
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Nice set up. I’m getting attached to the world your building and like this story a lot.
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“…hair-brained schemes suffered from overthinking.” Truer words were never spoken, ha! I love this! I’m working on my first sci-fi, space cowboy romance right now!
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Poor guy. This whole locking them in thing seems ominous. But then I’m not much for the sort of carnival rides where you have to be locked in.
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I enjoyed his overthinking and it was nice to know more about the Moon Unit! Great snippet!
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So MUCH fun!!! I’m sorry I was gone so long. Will have to go back and read earlier passages.
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A fantastic and intriguing snippet! Your vivid description of the Moon Unit captured my attention for more. Great job!
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