|megpie71 (megpie71) wrote,|
@ 2012-05-19 18:20:00
|Current location:||Hiding from Meteor|
|Entry tags:||being silly, character: cid highwind, character: shera, fandom: ffvii, squeenix nut|
Life Imitates Art Imitating Life
Or something like that, anyway.
I saw this headline:
Rocket launch aborted at last second
Then I took a look at the first paragraph.
"A privately-owned rocket has aborted its launch toward the International Space Station (ISS) at the last second, after a computer detected a possible problem with one of the rocket's engines."
Now my brain is busy giving me audio of the conversation between the cockpit and the engine bay, and it goes something like this:
Pilot: Shera, what the #$%&!!? are you doin' down there? Get the #$%! out of there!
Engineer: Oh, don't mind me, I'll be done in a minute.
Now, really, we know how this goes. The rocket winds up not launching at all (being too damaged to take off) and the space program money gets taken away. The astronaut goes off into a colossal three year fit of the sulks which is only slightly mitigated by his being able to fly his small prop plane. The engineer, having received the fright of her life, settles down to keep house for the astronaut as a combined gesture of apology and self-immolation. Then three years later, just as there's a likelihood of space program funding being restored, a gang of terrorists on a mission to save the world comes along and steals the plane, and the astronaut winds up running off with them.
Well, that's how it went in Final Fantasy VII, anyway.
Look, just everyone keep an eye out for shortish male terrorists with spiky blond hair carrying around swords almost as large as they are, okay. Or failing that, we may all be flattened by falling rocks in three years time.
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