The first week went without complications. The on-board computer controlled the capsule and according to measurements they were perfectly on schedule. Thousands of images of moons, planets and black holes have already been sent to Earth, with detailed descriptions. It was amazing and admirable how smoothly he mastered his daily routine. Self-confident and happy, as not for a long time.

"We should have a drink tonight, what do you think? How about a spicy cocktail, Tomo? Think of something, and Ryo will create a party mood!" The slightly thinner the robot, stretched out his tin charms and showed his thumbs up. "All right, boss. Will do, boss. They'll hear us in the next galaxy, I promise. Torio grinned happily. What would it be like to be drunk in zero gravity? Double levitation? Wicked!

"But I will keep the alcohol level in your drink to a minimum. You can flip an extra burger for that. Wouldn "t hurt you. You "ve lost a lot of weight. Your mother would have torn our ears off by now, ... or something else useful," the second robot interfered. "Just stop it and don't be a spoilsport. I wait half my life for this opportunity. Or you can curl up in my bunk."

"And let stupid Ryota mix your cocktails? You'll get sick faster than you like. I'll do it! And I'll be there to clean up your mess, too!" Tomo didn't mince words, not for a long time now, in terms of education, the greater part had been programmed for him. It made him very likeable and lifelike.

"There you go, there's a good boy. Let's fill in the data and take the rest of the pictures."

No sooner said than done, the good mood and the anticipation of the coming funny hours made him hum to himself. "Just... Hey, wait. What was that? Alarmed, the tin cans turned their heads to Torio, who stared spellbound at the screen. "Ghosts?" Ryo asked anxiously and looked out the window.

"Fuck yeah! ... but not wrapped in white lacquer. ... Madness, even the thought of alcohol causes hallucinations "Maybe I shouldn't do it at all." The astronaut drove himself visibly nervously through the blonde hair. "I could have sworn I saw something, but the cameras didn't get a thing. He glanced anxiously at the clock. "Party postponed. We're watching. Everyone in their place!" came the brusque order and nobody dared to contradict.

An hour went by... ...and another until Tomoya simulated a stomach growl. "You're hungry now, Torio. I'll make sure you don't fall off the meat and stop staring at the computer, it was nothing, is nothing and will be nothing." With a deep sigh, the young man nodded and pushed himself off his chair.

"Well, let's leave it for today. Not a word of this will go into the report."

"What is it you think you saw, if I may ask?" Ryo asked. He had held back for two hours, didn't want to be a nuisance, since he knew exactly when Torio wasn't in the mood to answer annoying questions. The mood of his master had changed suddenly and he still didn't know the reason for it.

"I haven't the faintest idea? "It was only a split second and I doubt it was anything at all, but..." His gaze wandered to the window, as if he would encounter a solution to this mystery there. "I have such a strange feeling..."

Nothing happened. The evening went quietly and finally the space capsule with the basetrums of music vibrated and unconsciously sent sound waves into space.

No further attention was paid to the incident and Tomo tried to relieve the astronaut's tension with a self-mixed drink. "Hey Tori, nastrowie!" And the next moment: "Ga ga ga ga got to the sun and pass all the stars...!" The robot's tinny singing made the man grin mischievously.

"Smells like burning, now I'm aut of orbit, watch the turning, in my head your'e saying good-bye, good bye ...", all three sang frolicsomely and floated back and forth in the capsule.

"Sounds so alien, I love this song." Tomo spun around in circles and did somersaults, and a crowed ga ga ga ga got to the sun, ... da da da dauwn to the moon! Until Torio gave him a slap on his case, lost his balance and bumped into Ryo.

"That's enough, my dear, you'd better get back behind the bar and leave the dance floor to me," the young man laughed at the somewhat dawdling tin man. A new song boomed out of the loudspeakers and the astronaut performed amazing movements that even looked a bit like dancing. His legs moved along effortlessly and he felt completely comfortable.

Due to the weightlessness, the joints at the knees and feet were no longer so swollen and the bare toes bent in time. He wore light tracksuit pants and a tight tank top, which emphasized his muscular upper body. His shoulder-length hair, which he normally tied together at the back of his neck, was attached to his head in two braids and swayed lazily up and down. He looked really funny and Ryo decided to take some photos and send them to the ground while Tomo practiced as a bartender. The postponed party turned into a highlight after all and when the rock music stopped much later Torio felt a pleasant tingling in his body. "Really guys, I feel every sick muscle in my crippled legs. I'm fucking alive, it's so awesome... I'm never going back, shit... I'd like to stay here forever." The last turn takes him to the bunk where the washroom was. It took some getting used to this version of a bathroom, but here he managed to get out of his trousers without any help, which was a difficult task on earth. One of the loyal companions had to accompany him constantly and to save time he had to go to the laundry. A quick change of clothes alone was impossible. That is why he enjoyed all the freedom in his small empire.

"Thanks boys, for the nice evening, you can call it a day. I'm out of here..." And already he slipped through the tube-like opening and disappeared. Toma and Ryo looked at each other and even though they didn't have any lips, which would have put on a big smile otherwise, you could tell that they were very happy with themselves. Their master was happy and began to accept his physical limitation.

"Did you do well Tomoya. He is totally happy and is probably jerking off now, the way he is on it," the slim one cooed and pushed his buddy.

"Shut up! You're so insensitive. Who programmed you, eh? ... I let him have it. He hasn't been like this for a long time.

"So hot!? ... Sure, I'm happy for him ... everything and more. After all, his dirty brain is in my motherboard. Learned it all from Tori, hey hey hey." Tomo just pressed his companion's standbey putton and rolled his eyes. "dickhead..." He was about to float into his loading stadium when Ryota rebooted his system and started the childish game by switching off the chubbier robot and tapping on the tin cap.

"You got it!"