The dashboard blinks a rainbow of colors. Red, blue, and yellow are scattered across the hard gray metal. Each calling for attention and each important in their own way. I look up for a moment and take in the view. And a view it is. Ahead is a huge ball of gas. All the same it's a beautiful ball of gas. Bright cloudy shades of red and blue streak across the planet each dash is a similar shape, ending in a jagged point. Saratoga, was the name given from whoever was behind rhe telescope at the given moment it was spotted. On the top left of the visor I can spot a distant cluster of gas. In a way it's hard to describe. It seems like something on water. A mass of floating color. Deep and prominent colors in a dreamlike fashion. And of course in all directions faraway stars and hundreds of asteroids. It begs the question of how a place so open, so incomprehensibly large could have so much frickin stuff.
"Pardon my French" I lean back in my chair staring at the outside.
" You're going crazy, you know that right?" She walks in with her long brown hair tied up and without shoes. The walls of the ship dwarf her height. And eyes like an ocean are looking my way. Her radiance only matched by the sun itself. The only person i know who could pull off a gray jumpsuit.
"And whose fault could that be" I say fully turning my chair and as a result my attention to her. She slowly paces toward the window.
"Well it certainly couldn't be me?" the sarcastic tone almost convinces me.
" Of course not" I nod my head towards the window. She learns on the dashboard. The distance between her and the glass lessened until just the tip of her nose is touched. I cock my head and turn back towards the stars.
" Beautiful ain't it." My eyes scan over the landscape searching for details.
" Yeah" she says just as my eyes catch something. Almost naturally my eyes follow a fast moving trail of dust.
" Hey look!" I bring out my arm quickly and point towards the shooting star. My hand following along with its movements. She quickly cranes her neck putting it in her field of vision. Wide eyed and open mouthed she tracks the star. Almost as if she's a child on Christmas morning. She watches that star. I take in the moment and snicker. It's funny really. That's probably the 5th one we've seen.
