just beamed down from anteries seven, had a small breakfast with the hip hop girls who basically had been awake all night and were still off their skulls on some strain of hydroponica. i abstained, sat there drinking a first class coffee and watching clouds pass overhead. sure felt strange adjusting to the earth gravity, i kept spilling coffee as i tried to drink it, throwing it all over my tee shirt. occasionally one of the twins would grab my arm and screech something in my ear. to be honest i just wanted to get back to mission control and see my hound dog pan. i shuffled through the news papers, mmm, still as grim as ever. this pesky species just can't get it right, a little divine intervention right now would not go amiss.
i played with the sugar sachets and built a small tower which one of the girls flicked over. i chatted with the sicilian lady who makes our coffee as she puffed on a cigarette and then i politely made an excuse and left.
back home the hound was happy to see me, he jumped up and licked me, ran around in excited circles and  sat down obediently for a treat. i had nothing but i gave him a hug which seemed to satisfy him.
mission control washed out, looking haunted and somewhat sad. i light some incense and throw down my bag, i put a cd on and crank the volume, it's 'after everything now this' and i think yes, this is perfect. i have a shower and sink into my sofa, getting submerged in a data stream. the skype system is running hot but i can't talk, to beat. instead i catch up with my various subscriptions, listen to a podcast about how the interest that the US pays china from it's massive debt funds the whole chinese military budget and soon will be collectively more than all the debt from all other nations put together. 
the future's so bright i stick on my sunglasses and wonder if i made a mistake leaving anteries seven. i must have dozed off into a dreamless sleep, well there were shapes in there. at first i was not sure what they were but they were wings, birds, big and dark, i could see them move, flying towards me, but it was fleeting, just like a flick book but the images were close ups, detailed parts of birds, black birds, or ravens, or crows, flying. two of them. but there was no narrative, no form, just these strange images. i awoke in a pool of sweat, surprised i'd fallen asleep. the dream faded as i realised i needed to file a report. the computer had shut itself down.