Chapter 13 - Afghan Kush (Patreon)

I like to think, as Gothic spent some time in Afghanistan during his military career, that he might have partook.

"Connecting to the ship was still a very odd experience, but it was also intoxicating on several levels, like a full body buzz from drinking, or that lovely relaxing high from the finest Afghan kush I’d once enjoyed from time to time during my tour in that country. The ship felt like my body, its sensors, mysenses, when it moved, it moved because I moved. My mind was connected to the ship in such a way that it became an extension of my own body. It was as if I was swimming naked in the vastness of space, like I was a space born organism, the cosmos my natural playground. Right now, though, I wanted to stop that ship, but what I truly wanted, on a more fundamental, primal level, was to survivethis coming onslaught, and the only way to do that was to kill every last one of these fucking aliens before they killed me."