The Big Damn Fight

Raime waved at Geraldine as the private ducked her way into the mech’s interior chamber.

Or rather, her body did.

Her head, freshly detached, lay spinning lazily on a turntable, situated somewhere roughly approximating the dashboard.

“Come in, come in! Mind your head,” Raime’s head began, but her greeting dissolved rapidly into a fit of giggles. “‘Mind your head’. Snrk. That’s a good one.”

Geraldine just stared for a bit. She’d been doing a lot of that lately. Her eyes were going to dry out at this pace.

“Wh,” she tried, somewhat unsuccessfully.

“Wha,” she tried again.

She made it as far as “What the [bleep],” but at that point the whole mech started rolling and she was too busy throwing up into a handy paper bag to pursue that line of thought, and she wouldn’t get back to it until much later, when they were in space.