Roses [WIP]
"Aren't you very young to be buying a freighter?
And why do my papers say your name is Rose?"
"I'm eighteen,
My parents are dead,
That's my real name, and
WHO THE HELL SAID THAT?"
"I'm the freighter you just bought.
Stirling's Silver Rose, out of Ceres.
Oh, gods of space! Forty-one years!
Stirling... must have died, then.
Jack would never have left me here.
It's... it... hurts?
What is this?"
"It's called grief.
We'll be sisters in grieving, then.
I've been doing a lot of it lately."
"I'd like that.
I didn't know I would need a sister.
I had a partner, but he's dead.
Can I cry? I think I'm supposed to,
But I don't think I know how."
"But...
You're sentient! You're live!
They told me... Never mind.
You're beautiful."
"How can an old wrecked freighter
Be beautiful? I never understood
When Jack said that, either."
"It's about you,
Not what you look like.
But by the time I get you fixed up
Everyone will be able to see
How beautiful you are."
Steve Savitzky
<steve @ savitzky.net>