Captain Yakov Hightower - Space Pirate - Interlude

I am afraid I am here to apologize, yet again, this week. 

Real life seems to be getting in the way of my imaginary life.

Yakov, unlike Remy, is raring to tell his story, but I just don't have time to listen at the moment. I hope all you loyal readers will bare with me and hang in there. 

I hope to post more of the captain's adventure over the next two months, but it will be random and not consistently on Saturdays until the beginning of the New Year. 

In 2019, I hope to fall back into the habit of sitting down with Yakov, Remy and my other good friends in order to pass on their stories to you.

Until then, keep checking back here for updates as I can manage to get them up.

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Fall is upon us, and I wish you all a very festive and joyful Holiday Season.

Your author friend,
Theresa

Captain Yakov Hightower - Space Pirate - Chapter 3

I apologize for leaving you all hanging the past two Saturdays. I am afraid life got a bit in the way of writing. My 92 year old dad, who lives with me, was in the ER last Saturday. I am happy to report he is home and doing well, though wearing a heart monitor. I accused him of horning in on my AI story. He looks as though he is wired for the part.

So, let us continue with Yakov's adventure. I look forward to giving you another episode next week to reveal is mission for the Valarians. 

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I must admit I was excited as the shuttle approached my ship at the docks on Refitting Station Dynasty. The Zephyr looked brilliant in her newly fitted solar sails. She also had a shiny new paint job, black as the vast universe with a sprinkling of stars across her bow and down her sides.

My crew was waiting when I boarded.

Od, my first mate, stood upright and saluted with a new appendage of his own. Where once there were mechanical hands with three fingers, there were now five fingers on the two sets of his top arms. “It is good to have you home, Captain.”

“Good to be back, Od. I like the new digits.” I wiggled my own at him.

“Handsome,” he complimented.

Captain Yakov Hightower - Space Pirate - Chapter 2

“Okay, Captain, show me what you’ve got,” my rehab tech challenged me.

I was on my last day of physical therapy with my new arm and hand made of programmable matter. I flexed the very realistic looking appendage via the implanted nano-bots in my bloodstream. In all appearances it looked and operated exactly like my real arm and hand, with one huge exception, with concentration I could change the shape. After all, programmable matter was very malleable. The Valarians were masterful in their tech, way beyond the rest of the verse, and they had invented it.

“What are you waiting for, Yakov?” Mialki asked.