The Mission part4a

“Time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin' into the future…”

The glow of the spaceport faded as my steam turbine cargo van lurched onto the autobahn at a mere 115kph. The wind and rain howled and kicked the old van as the wheels split their time between hydroplaning and gripping the ruts and pot holes of the unfinished roadway. Numbness crept into my body as I struggled to pilot my wallowing barge and my eyelids drooped with their command, “must sleep...” In my mind, I tried to rehearse my busy day—I was so disappointed with my performance at the Sister’s Temple of Takoemeq. In the war of priorities fought every moment between my duties at the spaceport, my studies at the temple, and the time needed to direct the continued work on the space dirigible, I had lost position in my class in the studies of the sacred math runes. I would still learn the knowledge, but the record before our Great Technocrat, Societas de Usa Howmuch would not be evident. My only hope was to work harder on the Lord’s Day between services. I was not too concerned with Comrade Chairman Howmuch’s notice or even Chief Sealth’s or Posav Maantenon’s notice since my position was so far beneath them in the hierarchy. I was disappointed with myself for attempting to do too much too soon. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the need for survival on the roadway brought my attention back to the perilous journey home.

“I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution”