Chapter Nine
Sector 12 Transgalactic Station
“Get a real job.” Joel’s imitation of his mom was spot on, capturing her nasally tone perfectly.
She’d been supportive of his gaming aspirations, and his participation in the VRE championships with the Notches. Up until she wasn’t.
“You can do anything you set your mind to,” Joel continued mimicking. “Except gaming. You tried that. It didn’t work. Set your mind to something else.”
A small ShimVen skittered out of an air vent near his feet.
“Holy s**t f**k!” he yelled out in his normal voice. He jumped and trained his flamethrower on the disgusting thing. Then he shouted “Die!” over and over again until the ShimVen did exactly that.
After spending five hours knee-deep in dead bugs he was ready to get the hell off this station and never loo
