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“Please identify yourself,” Eddie said.
But the ship didn’t reply. It continued its quick sail through space.
As it came closer into view, he observed its shape.
The ship was a sleek white private passenger ship almost as large as the garbage ship. Diagonal black lines ran along the side, giving it the appearance of a fish. A wide bridge spanned the front of the ship like sunglasses, orange and glowing.
Eddie picked out several people standing on the bridge. From their posture, they meant harm.
Trust your gut, his abuela always said.
Talking to these people wasn’t going to do him any good.
He switched the radio channel.
“Mayday. Mayday. This is Eddie Puente onboard the Repetition garbage ship. I’m from Refugio and I’m a co-owner of the Puente Waste Management Company. I’m travel
