The following short story takes place aboard the Giant Killer Death Space Robot, a poorly named formerly derelict piece of alien technology that runs on creative energy, nick-named Pinky Purple by the stowaway Gemma, it travels through space piloted by the most creative people a mining colony planet could spare, teenage art students.

todays broadcast… oooh they picked up a teacher!

lovely Beff, with her green eyes, chestnut brown hair and librarian-chick glasses has joined captain Rozi and the crew.She has the required amount of creative energy to help make the spaceship run and saves the day in this cheesy short story!!

Sirens blared throughout the ship waking Beff from a comfortably erotic dream, she hurried to the engineering deck where the others were gathering…

Cait was arguing with Muffin Man “we can’t put a diamond in there, it’s too hard, it’ll chew up the titanium nitride housing, we’re doomed unless we can get a crystal for the tractor beam, it doesn’t have to be big but it has to be a natural stone..”

Muffin Man was sweating, rarely did a back-up system fail but this one had and the results could be deadly, whatever crystal had been in the lens was now shattered and none of the replacements seemed to fit.

Beff, lifted up her shirt and took the emerald out of the silver clasp on the end of the chain, she had up until then planned to give it to her daughter as her mother had done so for her but there was no time for sentimentality, they needed the emerald now or the tractor beam would fail and the anti-matter would blow them into neutrons.

Beff handed Rozi the stone, still warm from it’s formerly cozy place between her breasts. The stone, once locked in the titanium assembly could not be removed in one piece but it would save their lives. It did.

"How did you know that an emerald would work?" asked Gemma, who obviously had found a role model worthy of her worship due to the look of wonderment and gratification on her face. Beff realized that while Gemma was slightly younger then the rest of crew save Kassy, she was also bright enough to understand solid science.

“Read up on Mohr values“, Beff said, “the scale of soft to hardness of elements, an emerald is around 7.5, diamonds are the maximum of 10 and titanium nitride is around 9. An emerald is one of few stones that fit the parameters of the assembly, and it’s unfortunate that we don’t have a lot of spares around!” Kassy, eager to be first in line for a Beff fan club, said “emeralds are actually rarer than diamonds I read“.

Kassy looked at Beff for validation. Nodding, Beff said, “yes, they are, and that one came all the way from Earth, my great great grandmother was given that one by her artist boyfriend when she was a young woman, I have one his sketches of her in my cabin if you like to see it”. 

Later, after the excitement had died down, Kassy looked at the sketch of the beautiful woman, elegantly nude she lay reclined with a blissful smile that told of a love that would inspire generations to come, the emerald was the same color as the eyes of the lady in the sketch….Kassy looked on the back of sketch and found a short poem…

Emeralds are beautiful 

like sitting in the forest by a waterfall 

with sparkling light and a verdant hue

they lay serene like a mossy pool

a splendid green that brings forth sighs 

but not quite as precious as your eyes…

What adventures will the crew of the giant robot spaceship have next?

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