Harold visited the colony at Darimere VI, carrying his golf clubs. In the vaulted hallway, he said, “We’re inside a living animal?”
“Yes,” said Givenchy. “The Gigatrobe is thousands of meters long, and unharmed by us. We only add furnishings, doors, and lights.”
They passed living spaces and kitchens. Harold paused to place his clubs in a common room. “Easy way to start your colony.”
“That’s the upside,” said Givenchy.
Alarm bells blared. The room door slammed shut as fluid filled it. Through the glass, Harold watched his clubs dissolve.
“That’s the downside,” sighed Givenchy. “Sometimes the Gigatrobe gets heartburn.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/01/18/20-january-2017/