The Gravor, My first starship 2025-09 long time ago story
My first starship.. A version of events, I have a tale or two to tell, but they are all a bit different from the others.. 2025 : History month
Gravors, A means of transport for a world with a tiny need for a drive,
A Gravor is a white ball in a golden mesh of metal, The ball rotates round in a pattern of curves..
You can imagine a gravor as going around like the electrons in an old school theory of orbital electrons..
Around O, Updown I, Side to side - in curves, The gravor is an intelligent being but it howles a song,..
Barely responding in its cage of golden metal & clever electronics...
Gravors.. Move ships, By moving in a direction, They themselves fly in curves, Like old atoms electrons..
Now I picked myself up some slight skills piloting spacecraft,..
Months had gone by.. I lived a poor life rummaging through spare technological components..
Now however that is, Taking apart old things & making new ones from the spare parts that lay in the unwanted trash bins..
The life was not really what I wanted, But the kind person in need of a partner had trained me in recrafting technology from trashed components...
You know you don't make much... But hey better than being so poor that I could barely eat!
So I got pilot training, I was going to be a big man! Well we all believed it anyway hohoho...
However the guy I sought employment with (with my skills) .. tested my skills on a small craft..
So I was good to go! Well anyway the small craft he gave me to retrain my skills making deliveries...
It was small, Old.. Slowish,.. In good condition though!
The craft had industrial dials.. Copper & circular physical dials.. 2 small screens for a radar, speedometer & such like...
The usual assortment of leavers & steering wheels... & ..
To the back of the craft.. A mesh of metal around an orb that spun & spun, round & round.. With a whisper..
You pull levers, You turn wheels, You watch the scanners .. on screens.. You talk into the radio..
Pulling out of port could have been done better, I muttered.. I didn't realise that the radio was on send & i heard 'At least he is honest.. Ho Ho Ho'...
I completed some missions, Got better at flying.. Started to earn a bit of money & enjoy life a little better talking to my old friends & some others, New ones from ships...
But the gravor.. now that sings, Sometimes it gets angry! You give it food, A type of fuel..
Yes the gravor makes noises, it whistles & harmonises.. I suppose like a whale?
But with time to spare, I used to spend time looking at the Gravor.. Spinning around!
Mostly talking to myself, But that THING.. The Gravor.. Harmonised & hummed ... But almost as if it was talking to me..
I asked some engineers about gravors.. Oh those, Fliers are mad, Those would eat you alive if let free!
But still, thanks for telling me, Piloting is dangerous! Well it is yes! That is why you get paid more! Ho Ho Ho
Talking to the Gravor proved favourable... But I did not claim that gravors made sense to us... People..
But they made more & more sense to me, Sometimes I had sweets, The gravor seemed to like them!
The Gravors made more & more sense.. But let us not allude to chatter, they sing .. That's what #MATTER..
The deeper sense of communication, & Dogs.. & Cats.. We have those things we call pets.. Some don't..
Communication matters..
More later..
Duke Thrust
