Fleet of My Dream

Fleet of Mt Drea - By Jita FM We undock like heroes in Hurricanes and Drakes, Caracals yawning, Vexors letting drones wake. Blackbird is singing the jam-song off-key, Osprey’s repping a billboard, not me. “Align to the sun,” says the voice of our guide, Half of the cruisers are orbiting a sign. “Hold on the gate”—someone jumps in a dream, Local lights up: “gf?”—we’re still on the beam. “Primary is Thorax—yellow box on green!” “Copy! …shooting the moon and a customs thing.” “Broadcast for reps!”—the screen stays clean… Welcome, my friends, to the Fleet of My Dream. This is the fleet of my…