Paradise-1 (Red Space)

by David Wellington

The first signs of the Red Strangler.

His smile hadn’t faded at all, though he was starting to die inside.

Something was off, he thought. Something was – wrong? But he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

If you had to die you might as well go out high as a fucking kite.

Almost trivial, honestly.”

“Being human sounds exhausting,” the robot told him.

She was certain this ship was going to try to kill her, one way or another. It was just being cagey about how.

“Hope,” Rapscallion told her. “I’m hoping this goes well. Despite the fact nothing else has, ever since we got here.”

“I hope you enjoyed that sandwich you had for lunch,” Rapscallion told her. “You pull that kind of stunt, you’re going to get to see it again.”

WELCOME ABOARD PASIPHAË. WELCOME TO A NEW LIFE.

Roko’s Basilisk,