“You’re lucky I didn’t rip your head off. Let that be a lesson. Stay where I can see you and don’t try to backstab me again. Do you understand, Earthling?”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Hey, can I have my Cannis capsules back?”
“No. I’m keeping them for now. You be a good boy and I'll think about returning them.”
Morg and the Earthling settled in as the glider pulled out the station and rocketed to Mach One speed.
“Welcome to the Detroit 1967 glider. Your estimated time of arrival will be in 157 minutes. This glider will travel at an average speed of 1.4 Mach. All passengers must provide a proof of travel permit. Please place your permit over the video screen on your armrest.”
The Earthling followed the instructions to validate his travel permit. He tried to avoid Morg’s glare knowing he onl
