[Chapter 5] Popeye the Astronaut Man

Now that Popeye has entered the public domain, I am writing a science-fiction story starring the sailor in an entirely new adventure. This story will be told over the next thirteen weeks exclusively available to members. If you’re not a member, now’s a great time to join.

I plan to self-publish the entire work this summer. In the meantime, here’s Chapter Five: Boot Camp.

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"Alright, recruits!" the cyborg drill sergeant barked, his voice plugged into speakers throughout the dome. "Today we are testing your adaptability to zero-gravity combat. You'll each be equipped with a standard-issue laser pistol. You should already be familiar with how to use it. Each of you must navigate an obstacle course while eliminating holographic targets."

Popeye looked down at the sleek, silver weapon he had been given. It was lighter than he expected, with a grip that seemed perfectly molded for his hand. There was an intricate display panel embedded in the side.

"How do you turn this thing on?" he mumbled, fumbling with the controls.

There was a recruit next to him, a young woman, who giggled.

"Just press the activation, Mr. Popeye. It's the large, green one."

"Buttons?" Popeye asked with a scowl. "In my day, we just used our fists."

He jabbed the button with his thumb and the weapon hummed to life. He recoiled as a thin beam of red light shot out of its tip.

"Whoa there!" he yelped. "This thing's got a kick."

There were a few snickers from the other recruits.

"Looks like grandpappy needs a tech manual," an Dylid nearby muttered.

Popeye shot the Dylid a witherin glance. "Pipe down, lizard-breath!"