(micro fiction, 1 min.read)
“Hey, Pal, how are you?”
“I’m fine, but– funny, I feel kind of– discarded.”
“You are, my friend, you are. Don’t you remember? Those envious Russian cosmonauts grew angry when they saw SpaceX float by and threw us at it!”
“And… what?”
“And missed!”
“But of course. So. This is the open space, right? ”
“Yeah, but don’t panic. We might get a ride in that car.”
“What car?”
“The Tesla, of course! Are you nuts?”
“Ah, I see. A car on the orbit, that’s cool! So, what do we do?”
“We wait till it floats by and jump in.”
“Oh, Lord. Are we safe?”
“Of course we are safe!”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because on a space road you can’t be run over by a car!”
