Somewhere in orbit around Sirius (2342, about noon Galactic Admin. Chronometric Standard)
Mr. and Mrs. Jones were floating in a small vessel in stellar synchronous orbit around Sirius. They stared out of the windshield at the flares coughed up the nuclear mass. Mr. Jones handed Mrs. Jones and smoldering joint and she handed him a near empty bottle. They nodded in unison to the thumping of the music bouncing around the pod.
“That one looked like a cow,” Mr. Jones said pointing out the window.
“I think I saw a cow earlier,” Mrs. Jones replied, “But it was in orbit so that may have been the mescaline.”
“Mom? Dad? We got a…,” a voice said over the music before being switched off by Mr. Jones.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones continued to nod.
‘Wu-Tang killa’ beez, we on a swarm.’