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Ciencia Ficción

Everything is cooler in space. Unless you are Zac. In which case, space is a place you would never in a billion years go. But is there much choice when your intergalactic trading spaceport of a home is under enemy fire?

#space

Prologue

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by LiteralBomb

by LiteralBomb

                                    
                                              REPORT CARD 20/10/2718
STUDENT ID: #27568
GALE, Zacharias
Year 7A
                          ADVANCED ROCKETRY
F
PROFESSOR NOTES:
Zac, for some reason, has a hate for the galaxy that makes him believe that my subject is not worthy of his time, and therefore has only attended 2 lessons this year. 
                          PILOT MECHANICS 
F
PROFESSOR NOTES:
Although Zac is famous around the trading port for hating space with all his heart, that should not be an excuse for not coming to class. 

                          TRADING
F
PROFESSOR NOTES:
I am not fully sure why Zac selected this as his elective subject if he won't come to it in the first place. 
                          PHYSICAL FITNESS
F
PROFESSOR NOTES:
I'm sure Zac is in great shape. I just haven't had a class to assess him in. 
                          TECHNOLOGY
A+
PROFESSOR NOTES:
I am renowned across the galaxy for being able to solve any problem. I helped build the OPSYS for the universe's most popular devices. I thought there was nobody out there better than me. And then I met Zac. He basically runs my class for me now. 

                          AUDIO TRANSCRIPT 28/10/18
                          [Door opens]
[Door closes]
Zac: MUM! I'm home!
[Pak unlocks]
[Footsteps]
Zac: MUM!
Sandra: Zac. We need to talk. 
[Replicator input]
[Replicator active]
Zac: Yeah?
Sandra: Yes. I just found your report card in your safe. You keep forgetting that I know your code. 
[replicator complete]
Zac: Yeah, but those subjects that I failed I won't really ever need. When would an ITEX need advanced rocketry?
Sandra: Can you please put down that fudge. I can't hear a word you're saying.
Zac: No.
Sandra: If your father were still here...
[Siren]
Zac: Hey, who set off the siren?
[Explosion]
                          --TRANSCRIPT END--