Tangor''s Sorrowful Romance (#6)
(Chapter Six; 570,000 million miles)
She, Siren, had very little cloths on, it was summer on Moiromma, he watched her from his telescope; yet, still Tangor kept his mission in his mind, when not watching her that is, or checking out Ice-cap, Moiromma’s nearby moon—and to be quite honest, he couldn’t help but notice Siren. He wanted somehow to reach her—but 240,000 miles was a long way. And did not wish to endanger her, for he felt he was already doomed for the most part, in that, his fate was sealed on his stranded ship in the sky, a death ship out in space. Yet again I infer, as Tangor has told me, they both wanted to be with one another.
She cast a sorrowful glance at (towards) Tangor—there was no way by witch she could escape to him, lest she kill herself and resurrect (as Moirommalits can do)—resurrect herself on the spacecraft which was not a guarantee. Ah! Yes, like all relationships, near or far, they are a lot of work, or can be, and no one really knows how they will turn out at the end. And so this was no different in that respect.
“There is too much space between us,” she replied to Tangor, looking through her telescope one day, and him returning the look. And that was that; that was how it was day after day after day.
He was officially on a 570,000-million mile mission (review chapter one), and ended up captive to, and within the orbit of Ice-cap: it was his fifth year in space. And He and Siren met through the telescope, and like all romances, there was a progression. That is to say, most romances have a progression, or regression, at the present it was growing, but could it last was the long term question, and neither one wanted to look at that nervy question at the moment: who ever does (?)
As I was about to say, Siren had a beautifully formed body, womanly body, with grace, but was a ting on the muscle-bound side of the ladder. Not so good, yet not so bad. She also had some kind of a bat-skin covering (like rough, dark rawhide), one that the Moirommalits had, and was useful for protecting their bodies from the cold, yet hers was not as dominate.
Tangor was astounded to discover such a creature looking at him from far, through the telescope from another planet. As he was also looking at her, he found a new civilization, a new species you could say.
“Who are you?” questioned Siren telepathically.
“Tangor,” he replied; he shuddered as he spoke his name. She had been to earth, like Tangor, they both had this in common. She explained she had been to the farthest star like him also, to a planet called SSARG, and likewise he was to a planet similar. But as time went on, several weeks, that was all they could do, only talk telepathically, and at night have wishful dreams. It was in a way a sorrowful relationship to say the least. And so it came to pass, like all Moiromma’s, once you die you get sent to another planet; thus, you have 90 to 100 lives before the finally one. She had an accident, and although she wished to be on the spacecraft with Tangor, she was sent back to SSARG, it seemed the planet was encoded for a likely spot for her system to adjust and go to. Her kind had been on earth many times, as well as Mercury, and Venus along with Mars, and a dozen more planets in a number of solar systems, in a number of galaxies.
It was painful to Tangor, for one day he went to look into the telescope to find Tangor, and she was gone, yes gone like a child in an orphanage, that one day is present, and when kids go to see where she is the next day, she is gone.
Note: 11/16/2005
She, Siren, had very little cloths on, it was summer on Moiromma, he watched her from his telescope; yet, still Tangor kept his mission in his mind, when not watching her that is, or checking out Ice-cap, Moiromma’s nearby moon—and to be quite honest, he couldn’t help but notice Siren. He wanted somehow to reach her—but 240,000 miles was a long way. And did not wish to endanger her, for he felt he was already doomed for the most part, in that, his fate was sealed on his stranded ship in the sky, a death ship out in space. Yet again I infer, as Tangor has told me, they both wanted to be with one another.
She cast a sorrowful glance at (towards) Tangor—there was no way by witch she could escape to him, lest she kill herself and resurrect (as Moirommalits can do)—resurrect herself on the spacecraft which was not a guarantee. Ah! Yes, like all relationships, near or far, they are a lot of work, or can be, and no one really knows how they will turn out at the end. And so this was no different in that respect.
“There is too much space between us,” she replied to Tangor, looking through her telescope one day, and him returning the look. And that was that; that was how it was day after day after day.
He was officially on a 570,000-million mile mission (review chapter one), and ended up captive to, and within the orbit of Ice-cap: it was his fifth year in space. And He and Siren met through the telescope, and like all romances, there was a progression. That is to say, most romances have a progression, or regression, at the present it was growing, but could it last was the long term question, and neither one wanted to look at that nervy question at the moment: who ever does (?)
As I was about to say, Siren had a beautifully formed body, womanly body, with grace, but was a ting on the muscle-bound side of the ladder. Not so good, yet not so bad. She also had some kind of a bat-skin covering (like rough, dark rawhide), one that the Moirommalits had, and was useful for protecting their bodies from the cold, yet hers was not as dominate.
Tangor was astounded to discover such a creature looking at him from far, through the telescope from another planet. As he was also looking at her, he found a new civilization, a new species you could say.
“Who are you?” questioned Siren telepathically.
“Tangor,” he replied; he shuddered as he spoke his name. She had been to earth, like Tangor, they both had this in common. She explained she had been to the farthest star like him also, to a planet called SSARG, and likewise he was to a planet similar. But as time went on, several weeks, that was all they could do, only talk telepathically, and at night have wishful dreams. It was in a way a sorrowful relationship to say the least. And so it came to pass, like all Moiromma’s, once you die you get sent to another planet; thus, you have 90 to 100 lives before the finally one. She had an accident, and although she wished to be on the spacecraft with Tangor, she was sent back to SSARG, it seemed the planet was encoded for a likely spot for her system to adjust and go to. Her kind had been on earth many times, as well as Mercury, and Venus along with Mars, and a dozen more planets in a number of solar systems, in a number of galaxies.
It was painful to Tangor, for one day he went to look into the telescope to find Tangor, and she was gone, yes gone like a child in an orphanage, that one day is present, and when kids go to see where she is the next day, she is gone.
Note: 11/16/2005
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