3
Bjorn
in
Space
Bjorn stared at the white metal
walls around him. He couldn’t believe
he was finally here. The training at the
academy, mentally and physically, had
prepared him for this. Being a prince of Britain,
The
space
shuttle
that
Bjorn
and
his
fellow
astronauts
w ere
on.
he never thought he would be eligible to go.
Enticing people with his good looks and using
his smarts, Bjorn convinced NASA and the
crown he was the best candidate. Finally being
here, though, was a glorifying achievement. Just
then, there was an incoming transmission.
“Rover, this is Houston, do you copy,
loose contact with us for a little while, but we
should be back on in at least two hours. Over and
out.”
That’s odd, Bjorn thought to himself.
“Geoffrey, did you hear that?”
“Yeah,” a deep voice said from the
sleeping area. “Megara did, too. We can’t really
over?”
“We have a copy, over,” Bjorn replied.
“There is a bit of a... situation down
here,” the man said. “We are taking care of it,
though. Over.”
“What’s going on?” Bjorn said, and then
quickly added, “Over.”
“Nothing that we can’t handle. You may
worry about it, though, because we can’t do
anything about it.”
Bjorn then started checking the gauges on
the ship, when he looked out the window. He was
still taking this all in, and seeing the earth below
him like that was surreal. There were many
clouds in the atmosphere today, but he thought
nothing of it, and continued to check gauges.