Magic Blue Smoke on Nostr: He tongues the nozzle into his lips with a toss of his head inside the spacious ...

He tongues the nozzle into his lips with a toss of his head inside the spacious helmet. A sharp click, hiss, click as he pulls on the narcotic fog vaporizer and holds it in his mouth. He cycles it through his nose with chewing motions, feeling it tingle his mucosa.

The fog glitters in the laser light of the projected HUD as he stomps across the pitted, blasted moonscape.

Control crackles in his mind
"Picking up a couple of readings near you. Heading 171, two hundred mikes."

"Copy"