Life on the High Neural Impulse Seas

“The sea’s been still for over a fortnight, Cap’n,” the helmsman commented.

“Aye, Mr. Axon. Steady as she goes.”

No sooner had the captain finished did a call come from the crow’s nest, “Brainstorm’s a’comin’! Off to starboard!”

“Cap’n, what should we do?” Mr. Axon gulped.

“‘Tis a good day to die,” smiled Captain Myelinbeard. “All hands on deck! Batten the hatches! Mr. Axon?”

“Aye, Cap’n?”

“Take us into the storm.” Myelinbeard breathed in heavy the salt air. “A great many ideas are a’brewin’ out there to be caught.”

“We may not survive this one.”

“The price we pay, Mr. Axon.”