Space—once seemed so empty—now crawling with life. The nebulas glowed with ethereal colors that even today baffles mortal men. It was very cold; colder than any place known to man. The stars glistened constantly, moving pass you as you travel through the heavens.
Today was just another day for our protagonist. Zachery had woken up to the right moment when his ship passed by a white sun, feeling the beams of its' light piercing through the reinforced windows and beaming against his eyes.
His eyes fluttered open while groaning irritably. He got up and moved off the bed, rubbing his eyes before he stretched his arms to hear them pop. Zachery looked around his room, seeing every bookshelf and poster in order before getting up.
Well, let's get this day started, shall we? After making his bed, he proceeded out through the sliding the doors and made his way to the next room 5 steps down where he took a shower and got dressed.
The way he bathed was a little surreal. Once he pressed the red button on the wall, he was quickly engulfed in gallons of water while a large force field surrounded him, creating a square shape container to keep the water in. a few-seconds-later, he was swallowed up by a small twister of body wash, cleaning him on his arms, legs, cock, face, etc. After it was finished, the water drained into the metallic floor and the shield was brought down.
He walked up to the mirror and began shaving the stubs on his face. Placing a hand through his hair, he combed it back and smiled. He said to his reflection, "Looking good, handsome. You've been on this ship for 756 days and you're still trying to find yourself, but maybe today is the day." He walked away with a somber demeanor as he headed out. He continued, "Now, let's check on the cockpit. Hopefully, there's something on the ultra-net for me to do."
The man sauntered through and entered the cockpit where he sat down and presumed his business. Pressing a couple of buttons on the control panel, he pulled up a blue holographic screen and scanned what was on it. He checked the date. "August 17th, 6389AD," was what it said. In the section that read "business", he skimmed through to find whatever job was posted. It was difficult to receive any opportunity the section of space his ship was drifting through.
"God dammit. Nothing? I guess I'm going to be bored for the entire day. Maybe, I should just fap to pass the time," Zach grimaced. He pinched the bridge of his eyes as he groaned.
He trailed his hands and opened up his hidden files, pulling up pictures of nude women and not just human women, but alien women too. If there was one thing Zachery wanted, then it was the feel of a woman. It can get pretty lonely when drifting in space. However, he never had the time to find a lover to bring on his travels for the adventures were usually spontaneous, but since it was a slow day and was in the middle of nowhere, the pictures floating before him were the only substitutes he had.
"Maybe, I should start with her," he said, having a smile on his face with raised brows. He chose a picture of a red-skinned alien girl with a twin pair of breasts and tentacles for hair.
Suddenly, before he could remove his member from his trousers, an urgent warning appeared on screen. It read: Warning! Wormhole detected! Ship is approaching at full collision! Brace for impact!
That's when Zachery quickly buckled himself in his chair, waiting as the wormhole appeared before the ship. His eyes widened in awestruck at the sight of it. Sure, he has seen a couple here and there, but no matter how many times; the sigh was always breathtaking. At that moment, the Starchild was sucked in and disappeared. Right before his eyes was a kaleidoscope of colors. He could feel his entire being shifting as reality around him twist and turn.
Clenching his teeth, he remarked while wincing in pain, "I haven't had breakfast yet and I'm already about to puke. This is a terrible way to experience your first wormhole travel."
Luckily, it didn't last long. 10-minutes-later, he was already out on the other side and found himself in another part of the galaxy. The stars and planets around him were different than before, but right when he was about to check his star map, something went wrong. Just then, a loud siren emitted as the ship started to shake in turbulence.
"Oh, fuck! What's going on, this time?!" he checked the system stats and became unnerved.
He was coming in hot, about to crash into an orange planet at high speed. Sweating beads on his forehead, he gripped the sticks of the ship, trying to maneuver it, so to slow down as he broke through the planet's atmosphere. He glided against the ground, graving the planet's surface for about 3-miles to decelerate the speed as it made impact against a hill.
Lifting his head up, the man was dizzy and disoriented, feeling the room spin around him. That's when everything around him became dark.
