the smuggler’s bible

Sholchish Vaboxoem

The final structure at the end of the world, nestled in the Alzthripan hills among the bronze-leafed stalks of the Yebbulor plants, is inhabited by Sholchish Vaboxoem. He hates it there. It fuckin’ sucks.

His sole occupation—some people (not Vaboxoem) would call it a sacred duty—is to attend the computer. The computer’s sole occupation is to say whether or not the sun has exploded.

“Well? How’s the sun?” Vaboxoem says. He touches a control on the computer’s interface.

The readout displays: FINE SO FAR.

Sholchish Vaboxoem updates the log, wishing again that Yebbulor plants were even mildly psychoactive.