Can I Space?

Senior POV

When we got into the small tube looking thing that you may mistake for a recreational planes hull if you were born a few decades earlier.

It looked more like a dart at the front, however the back had no aerodynamic curves, since it wasn't really made to enter or exit that way.

When we entered the tube we saw 8 seats in total, 4 of which were already taken, their straps weren't put on, but that was completely understandable since it wasn't as much as safety gear as much as it looks like light bondage gear.

However, it is highly successful at it's job, there have been no deaths from people flying out of their seats, unless there was proof that they forgot to put on several belts, it was more likely that the ship would simply disintegrate into dust or you turn to jelly cause of the G's you pull due to a poorly calculated entry.

However, considering I had Kylie in the ship, if she doesn't personally create the entry path after calculating the best course possible, she would surely reprogram it in case it goes south, not only to save my cute ass from charring, but to stop her from becoming a semi-sentient pancake, at best.

I look up to the top, and that how you identify the new from the old models, there was a see through glass at the top, I give Kylie a thumbs up in appreciation, and then I realize she was still standing up, and staring at me, then I realize everyone else was staring at me.

I check my phone and she sends me the message, 'Your supposed to help strap in the lady, especially the one you accompany you fuckin uncultured twerp!' The message read, I raised my eyebrow, and I snorted.

I decide to text back, 'I'm not like that, you know that, and even if I did it, you'd make it awkward, so strap yourself in, you exhibitionist program!'

She glares at me, but puts it on herself, however it seems like nobody was happy with this decision, except for me, of course.

Soon after this ordeal, the intercom notifies us that they've begun fueling the launcher, and then letting us know we'll be departing in hopefully around 15 minutes, around 5 minutes ahead of schedule.

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Narrator POV

The Hull was slowly slowly moved onto a belt towards a large, long barreled gun.

Now people usually think of ingenious names for new modes of transportation, but in this case, neither the inventors nor the passengers have found a good name for it, because if they called it, 'Artillery Shell' Nobody would get in it.

Anyways, everybody but Kylie and Senior were on their phones, or busy trying to keep their positions as trophy wives, or whatever which fucks do.

When the Hull was getting loaded into the gun, an automated voice notified us that from this moment on, it is highly recommended that you turn off your phone and enjoy the view, because the ship would be going so quickly that your data just isn't fast enough.

A funny yet successful warning in Senior's opinion, everybody puts their phone away, and most just close their eyes.

Aside from Kylie and Junior, maybe 1 or 2 other people look up.

Suddenly an automated countdown begins and everyone braces, except for Senior, who was starting to have flashbacks of Apollo 13, but just like in the move, it was too late to turn back.

There was a large boom, the primer lighting, leaving begins a large blue explosion, and then another series of booms soon followed, they were sonic booms, if you counted to booms, after roughly 30 seconds they were going Mach 17, and still steadily rising.

Outside, the atmosphere thinned out, and the sky was transforming from a blue to a purple, and then finally, black.

Countless constellations filled the skies, and anybody, actually just Senior thought, 'Damn, games and artificial reality vids still can't compare against a clean night sky.'

However, just as quickly as he saw all the stars for the first time, the Hull began to drop to Earth into a designated body of water, usually a deep man-made lake.