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Runaway.

Two hundred and fifty thousand miles an hour the average speed once one was out in the open space. Six months on the way most had now settled down and our destination was Aldebaran. The usual humdrum of such journeys was covered by numbers of experiments that kept all of the crew on their toes.

I was the ship’s Doctor and responsible for the health of the crew. I must admit I had very little to do and spent most of my time brushing up on techniques to improve any operation that I might be called upon to do in any form of emergency.

I was sewing some fine stitches this practise always come in handy if one does have to operate above or near the eyes. Suddenly a surge in power and speed, my needle and thread flew into one corner and the leather patches that I was practising on flew away to the left of the cabin. I made my way to one of the screens attached to an outside camera, I could see space and off in the distance a large meteorite. What on earth had happened for our ship to speed away like it did? I made my way to the Pilots cabin.

The Pilot was white in his face he had no explanation for the sudden burst in speed. He had done nothing and from the engineers in the power room of the ship had no explanation as to why the ship sped off in the way it did. Teams of engineers were now combing through the ship every piece of machinery was checked and rechecked. Nothing was out of the ordinary. No explanations were coming forth. The whole burst of speed was a mystery all that the Pilot could do was to steer the ship in the right direction. Mathematicians were working out weird looking sums with each coming to a different answer. Some said we would cut the journey at this speed by one whole year, another told us that the ship flying at this speed would break into a thousand bits. The ship was not built to travel at these speeds.

The Pilot let out an angry shout. “What the hell are those ships now to the left and right of us and how can they be travelling at that high speed?” All faces were now pressed to the screens. These are no ships from the earth shouted one of the Engineers. Too fat and look at the metals used I have spent my life studying metals No Sir those ships are not from the Earth.

Two of the intern screens started showing pictures. Strange pictures. I suddenly realised that these ships were alien ships and we were being given a history lesson. Pictures were shown of what looked like the pictures of plankton then all kinds of fish creatures even crabs, cockles and muscles and other sea creatures that we find on our own earth. The sea creatures that ventured on the land in fact one could say we were being given one of Charles Darwin’s Lectures in pictures. A form of monkey appeared this monkey developed into the Human race. Civilisation very similar to the Earth’s history developed. The early attempts to fly. No pictures of wars or weapons.

Then one of the ships approached the screens now showed that they wanted to come on board. The General in charge signalled that they would be welcome. Suddenly a tunnel came from their ship to ours. They entered our ship and greeted us in perfect English. They explained that they had learnt English from our computers. It seems that their knowledge was much higher than ours. First with their computers they had taken over our main computers and firstly had strengthened the whole of the ships construction, the second thing was to increase the speed. They had been waiting for many years to meet other races from other parts of the Galaxies.

What we were shown when we reached Aldebaran and the quick and efficient way every thing was done. We had very much to learn and now we exchanged regular visits with each other. What interested us mainly was the fact that in all of their history there had been no war and strangely to us no weapons. It was no wonder that that they were so advanced in all of their works and doings, this story is, as you know just a make believe from your scribbler Bern. I do so wish that I were telling a true story.