Teacher Jenny Matlock made me do it: create a piece within 100 words. That's not the worst of it, folks. This week's assignment involved sci-fi. And what do you get when you mix me with sci-fi? See below. I'm so sorry, Alex. (In case you don't already know him, Alex is sci-fi extraordinaire and author of CassaStar. Hopefully, he'll still be my friend after reading this.)
The prompt is bolded below. Enjoy (?!)
The 12th moon of Goofy illuminates the Starship Enterprise -port side. There, Mr. Spock and Scotty discuss the cosmological discordance of the past 2,600 iambic pentameters. Lounging at the bar, they chug beer and munch m&ms (coconut flavored). Natashialovarita, who earned the title of Lieutenant-Colonel-Nurse Practitioner-Phlebotomist-Maid-Assistant Janitor, strolls by. Let’s watch:
Scott nudges Spock. “Did you see her asteroids lately?”
“Yes. I noted a powerful gravitational pull.”
“Wait an orkin nanosecond,” Scott states. “A thought enters. We are void of hormones.”
They glare at each other and burst into laughter.
“I’d still let her beam me up, Scotty.”