Date: 5/5/2026
By Fitful
I was working on this spaceship. We were like... Police in a fancy balloon above the city. But it was sophisticated enough it went into space too. Bulbous shape. Anyway, a guy was brought in. Cacausian, middle aged, didn't have a good reason to bring him in I could see. A technicality, enough of a screw it reason I instantly decided to let him go. I walked him through the paces for that and went to get him off the ship, officially, walked him to the gate. But he was chewing gum. I asked where he got the gum. He couldn't tell me, didn't know or didn't want to say. I stared at that gum and paused. Checked back with the guys who brought him in. Went searching for the source of that gum. One piece of gum made me hesitate. He was being good. Pentient and submissive, cooperative. Probably because he knew I was letting him go. I'd said so. But staring at that gum I had a huge feeling it was special. Not blow up someone because I stuck it to a wall and it charged C4 special but...sorta. Like spiritual power or something. It seemed like it could do anything, a myriad of anything. Silver gum, he chewed it, and I knew it was a thing. I felt drawn to it. Down on the surface I went. Asked around. Defended the kid, rookie who was too open when he made small talk and his upbringing came up in conversation, cause his origin always makes people suspicious. Dragons aren't well liked in criminal communities. They knew dragons, when they get old enough, can hear anything. Anything. Even underground civilizations. I had to quickly downplay it, like he was a babe in arms, before someone put a bullet in his head. Happened before to dragon cops. Such a tragedy. Just on the fact dragons always get hunted and they are so rare and such bright immortal souls. Which meant this guy, my let go on the ship, he was from there. The underground. That.. that clicked. He looked different. Silver white hair could be old age coming on. Or he was already old. Very old. And the gum... I kept tracking that down.