𝑆𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅.

                                  ind.   sel.   buzz  lightyear   from  pixar's  toy  story

im  sorry  for  the  person  i  become  when  the  brain  worms  bounce  around  my  empty  skull.

“    what  are  you,   some  kind  of  rebranded  scooby - doo?   “

“   it’s  lonely  out  in  space   “   in  a  hidden  corner  of the power armor something whirrs,  ancient gears turning as lights flash across the user interface  --  what’s a little radiation to a machine wrapped in steel.    “   and  it’s  cold  as  hell.   “

“   the  science  i  don’t  understand,   “    rare  is  the  occasion  that  he  admits  to  inadequacy  and although he does go as far as to  speak  the  words  he speeds past them   --    as if putting them behind him as  quickly  as  possible  will make them less true,  “   but  i  think  it’s  going  to  be  a  long,   long  time.   “  

if  all  my  starters  are  rocketman  themed,  this  is  why

“   i’m  not  the  man  they  think  i  am  at  home.   “    with  a  reputation  that  precedes  him,   he’s always overextended himself to try and catch up  ---  to meet expectations.  for not the first time he wonders just what he is underneath what he makes himself,  who he is when hopeful,  assuming gazes avert.   without them watching:  would he still be good?   “   it’s just my job five days a week.   “