The Space Spoon novel Chapter 29

‘There is little effort involved in destroying everything you cherish. The gap between happiness and sorrow is only a few atoms wide, smaller than the depth of a daydream.’

Hanga couldn’t believe that his brain spouted philosophical nonsense while he was being chased by merciless security droids. His heart threatened to grow legs and run faster than him. He used to stay in his workroom, not sprint like an athlete.

On Valeria, there was a saying: “What a man does with his own two hands, not even the devil can undo.”

An idea flickered inside his mind. Every evening, an event took place in the main corridor. One of the luckiest and wealthiest shopkeepers had the honor of showing the visitors some of the customs in the barbaric worlds and explaining them through science. Of course, in the end, he would invite the crowd to visit his shop and browse his wares. Everything was business on Erchpri.

Along the way, Hanga managed to get away from the droid tailing him. But the Market Hub had several more, and they were all on his trail. He had frozen in the corridor, trying to blend in with the wall as he squinted around the corner.

The right time arrived as a flame eater hoisted a torch in front of the audience, the heat from it warming cheeks and singeing brows. As they waited for the entertainment, the audience shouted and clapped.

He could sneak through the main hallway undetected, blending in with the crowd. His only option might be the vertical tubes with pads for transporting between floors on the other side of the corridor. For the time being, at least.

He stepped forward, but retracted his leg immediately and glued himself to the same wall as before. Breathing heavily, he peeked up and down the main corridor. Two security droids approached, one from each end of the corridor, using their anti-gravity systems to see above the crowd. Hanga had to cross this plan off his list. What list? Who was he kidding? He had no list. He was done for.

The Valerian closed his eyes and smacked the back of his head on the wall many times. When he opened his eyes again, the blue, starry shopfront with the words "Warren's Star Materials" flashing in a light display drew his attention.

Hanga barged inside, slamming shut the door. A round human face with an open mouth had its wide eyes pinned on him.

“You are Warren, I suppose,” the Valerian said between two erratic breaths.

“Y-yes,” the human stammered, nodding and shaking.

Warren had a large, flat expanse between his nose and mouth. Hanga found himself looking at it, unsure if his nose sat too high or his mouth dropped too low. Realizing he was wasting precious seconds, the Valerian clicked a switch to lock the front door and placed a “Closed” sign.

Hanga had struggled with politeness all his life since it could take on more shapes than a nebula and masked a lot more malice. Valerians weren't typically like this. But he didn't have time for that anyway, so he just blurted out everything.

“Warren, I don’t have time to explain. I need your help.”