"Have you been out this far before?", my friend asks.
"No, although I did go right to the other end. It looks surprisingly similar."
"Very much so."
"Black, very very black. But yet with a single point of light in the distance."
"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?"
I nodded agreement and we both heaved that admiring nature sigh. He sipped his Vesper, and I my Advocaat, Coke and Drambuie cocktail. My eyes watered slightly. I was sure the olives weren't doing it any favours.
"Tell me, is there any air?"
"What are we breathing?"
"Third oxygen, two-thirds nitrogen, bit of CO2 and few other gasses. And I'm fairly sure I just swallowed a fly."
"That's air! I thought you said there wasn't any?"
"None, generally. There is inside this bubble. Don't know quite why. I suspect we brought it with us, along with the two comfy chairs and the cocktails."
"So what's the bubble made of?", he said poking it with an outstretched finger. It vibrated. He poked it again. It had that seductiveness of bubble wrap.
"I think it's curdled time," I scratched my chin and thought about it, "You know it takes huge amount of power to do that?"
"Where did the power come from?"
"Well, next week when your electricity bill drops through your letter box."
"Don't even think about opening it."
Move your body - I love this word: *move*. It just sounds cool, doesn't it? Move. Movement is critical to survival. They are inexorably intertwined. In side. Inside...