the smuggler’s bible

Huffer Ramjet

The piece of sand inside Huffer Ramjet’s shell—the tiny, metaphorical particle creating friction, coated by his mind in layer after layer of calcium carbonate until it’s a smooth and iridescent sphere displacing the useful tissue of his conscious thought—is the fact that the chest cavity of his mecha is full of a gun. Just one!

He’s never fired it. In fact, he’s prohibited from doing so by the governments of the UN Security Council as long as any terrestrial formation (or even the moon) is somewhere downrange.

It’s maddening. But, like they say, no button goes unpressed forever.