Incurably Informed

If you catch my drift…

The mission creep was the last one left, and he was always looking after number one.

He wasn't like that corporate creep on the Nostromo with the minimal jacket collars and sociopathic tendencies. He was more like the guy who's always teased on the dark star or guardians of the galaxy, or serenity - the redshirt, of old.

David Jones was a sad character. he had no-one to entertain with his constant miming of other people's song and dance routines. None of us knew who Nile Rodgers was, or  Adrian Belew, or Angela Tremble. After all, we are from a different planet than he was. And he wouldn't let us forget it.

Of course, we watched the whole tragedy unfold over our five year journey from home. We set off with the grand ambition to rescue them all, but to our horror, the epidemic of hatred and violance just got worse and worse.

By the time we arrived, there was practically no-one left standing. We seasrched for signs of life everywhere through the smoking ruins, but all we could find were digital remains. From these, we were able to reconstruct David most completely as there were so many salient fragments.

We miss him so much now he's gone. His locker isn't even empty, but no-one wants to clear it out. We were the Sultans of Mars, the Spiders of Swing, we were legion Now we are less.