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I was in limbo land. Having scanned my boarding pass to accompany the model to the plane door, I was then left to roam the empty hallway until boarding could begin. The wheelchair users went ahead, but I was allowed to board with the parents of young children. I found my “child” neatly strapped in. I noticed it had bagged the window seat. A lady came and sat down on my right, giving me and my model an askance look. Body parts. Full of human organs. She was sure of it. I could tell. 2 comments
A bag scan was needed at the Singapore gate. My laptop slid through. The model slid through. And then came the case containing the asteroid sample. “What is this?” I took a deep breath. “It is… an asteroid sample.” I waited. My hand inched towards my laptop with hours of presentations on Hayabusa2. “Huh. OK.” The attendant turned to her colleague. “It’s an asteroid,” she said in a tone that implied they’d seen 72 others in the last week alone. Just a chip from outer space. Again. 🤨 |
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I took the beef curry. The model didn’t get anything, since it had failed to keep its human ticket.
We’d made it to Singapore.