It was ironic that the failed satellite that

It was ironic that the failed satellite that re-entered the atmosphere and struck Hilary dead one morning as she struggled with her writer's block was named "inspiration" by NASA.

Standing in the pouring rain at Hilary's funeral, you begin to think...Man, NASA has got to come up with more funny titles for spacecraft. They aught to have a whole department of

FS writers to brainstorm on the subject, said Hil's cousin Hank frankly. As a proud sci-fi & fantasy memorabilia collector, he could've given NASA a whole slew of spacecraft names.

But when the FS writers collective met they came up with Nelly. They got NASA on the line. "It's Nelly or nothing. The rocket will be called Nelly. It's a red line for us. NO COMPR

revival chambers, disintegration lounges and gourmet replicators from far sectors. Unfortunately the FSS Ghostwriter docked at Jherek Manatee Station just as the autochef rebellion

went underground, unaware of interstellar aid. Jherek Manatee, a rebel spy, gave the FSS Ghostwriter a parking ticket to seem pro-gov't. He summoned autochef rebels to Marte Vallis

in order that they might feed the contingent of footsloggers with buckets of shallots. Unfortunately, shallots blinded most of the footsloggers, so their rebellion kind of failed.

Really, what could one expect, after all? The footsloggers, now weary of this seemingly never-ending quest to complete the task, lifted their bloodshot eyes to the heavens, crying

"Deliver us from this slog and grind!" There was a rumbling from the heavens, and the footsloggers gasped as the clouds parted. It started raining... jellybeans! They all rejoiced!