Chapter 8: Chaos Is A Myth 5...

Proverbs 16: 1-4

“The preparations of the heart belong to man, but the answer of the tongue is from the LORD. All the ways of a man are pure in his own eyes, but the LORD weighs the spirits. Commit your works to the LORD, and your thoughts will be established. The LORD has made all for Himself, yes, even the wicked for the day of doom.”

The CS02 Starship towers above Cargo Bay 3 as Moose and Cbot speed across the platform in a beat-up yellow hired taxi, the anti-grav engines whining under the strain. The droid driver didn’t bother with subtlety and opens up the throttle, skidding the taxi to a sharp halt right at the yawning mouth of the open cargo bay door.

Moose flicks his wrist, slipping the necessary credits into the payment slot. “Keep the change,” he says quietly. Moose begins to reach across Cbot to open her door, but she is one step ahead. The door opens. Cbot steps out.

Moose’s eyes snap wide as dinner plates. He yanks his own door open in a frantic scramble, tumbles out of the vehicle and looks over the taxi cab at Cbot. Her eyes flash a laser green, scanning the scene. She turns her head slowly, deliberately, from the left to the right, then tilts her head. “This is your ship,” she asks, her voice quiet and calm.

Moose hustles around the back of the cab just as the yellow taxi lifts off with a low whine, its anti-grav pads kicking up a swirl of dust and loose cargo tags across the platform. He steps smoothly into place beside Cbot, shoulders squared, a hand rubs his chin as he looks around. “The CS02 Starship!” He announces, sweeping one arm toward the towering vessel. “This is home, for now.”

Cbot lets her glowing green gaze travel slowly over the hull of the CS02 Starship. The takes in every rivet, every glowing status light, every brutal curve of the cargo ship’s frame. After what seems a long while, Cbot’s voice speaks again. “I am not your only bot.”

Moose smiles and follows Cbot’s gaze. “No, you are not.” He pauses a moment and adds with a another smile, “there are three others.”

Cbot’s glowing green eyes dimmed slightly as she presses the information, her head tilts a fraction more to the side. A faint whir spins, there is a click, and the whir spins again. “Three others,” she repeats softly. “Then I will have to be the memorable one.” She turns her face to Moose fully, green light in her eyes flashes steady. “Challenge accepted.”

2 Corinthians 6: 1-2

“We then, as workers together with Him, also plead with you not to receive the grace of God in vain. For He says: ‘In acceptable time I have heard you, and in the day of salvation I have helped you.’ Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.”