[ WP ] Just for fun , you send away a small amount of money to an ad in the back of an old 1950 's science magazine claiming to send you a kit that could turn any car into a working airtight spaceship . To your surprise , you actually receive the kit - and after installing it , it works !

MARCH 8th 2016 
 `` What the hell?'' I mutter under my breath as I noticed the radio screen starts displaying altitude rather than the station. The kit added a copilot steering wheel, like the ones in airplanes, an array of panels and buttons, whatever a *Reversed Oil and Fuel Converter* is, and many random looking parts into the engine. 
 
 I need a copilot, so being 16, I send a text to my boyfriend telling him my parents are n't home and I needed some `` help'' with my car. So I continue inside to grab some snacks for the short trip to space we were going to have. Not 30 seconds later I hear the door burst open and see him standing there, he rips his pants off so fast it would n't even show up on a slo-mo video of the event. 
 
 `` Slow down!'' I giggle as he starts to unbutton his shirt. 
 
 `` What do you mean? This is what we always do when you need help with your car,'' he says with a puzzled look on his face. 
 
 `` John, I actually need help with my car this time.'' 
 
 His face turns into a disappointed confused one as he sighs `` Oh.'' 
 
 He follows me out to the car and sees the very obvious upgrades to the exterior of the car and suggests my car is a time machine. I assure him it is n't but that it is a spacecraft that needs a copilot. `` So you're into roleplay?'' `` No, John this actually is a space ship, look at this box I found in the attic.'' I hand him the box to the kit and he laughs. `` Wan na'try' it?'' he asks in a sexy tone while raising his eyebrows. I get in the driver's seat and he gets in the passenger's seat. Still not cluing into the fact that we are n't having sex, he leans over to kiss me and bumps the airlock button, causing the rolled up windows to shatter and be filled in with very thick glass as a replacement in little time. 
 
 `` What is going on!'' he yells. 
 
 `` I told you this is a spaceship now!'' 
 
 `` Huh?'' 
 
 `` I press the big red button, we go into the sky, get it?'' 
 
 `` This wo n't work Amanda, and your car looks like a beater with all these'Spaceship' parts attached to it.'' 
 
 I continue to back it out of the garage and press a little green button reading, `` Pre-Launch''. The car stops, and tips upwards being supported by a *devolving compression strut* that basically looked like a hydraulic lift. 
 
 `` Can you stop this, this is freaking me out, this is n't safe!'' 
 
 `` Suck it up, you are the copilot.'' 
 
 He yells, `` STOP!'' I hit launch, and I hear a clicking noise and the radio screen reads, *LAUNCH OVERRIDE*. The angle of the car changes slightly as the hydraulic tilt the car to a 75-degree angle. The rockets fire. 
 
 I look at John and I see him passed out as a green gas is coming out of the glovebox. Not knowing what to do, I shake him. Nothing. I scream his name and all of the sudden I get dizzy. The gas has reached me, I begin to fade away. 
 
 As the darkness fades away all I can see is whiteness, but my cramped and contorted body tell me I am in a small ball-shaped pod of some sorts and naked. I feel a sharp pain on my left forearm as text slowly appears letter by letter on my arm. 
 
 INMATE RELEASE TIME: March 8, 2137, Earth Time Standard 
 
 I scream as the pain intensifies. The pain suddenly subsides and I see in front of me a blue hologram appears. A woman shows up. 
 
 `` Amanda Marie Taylor, You have committed crimes against the-'' 
 
 `` WHERE AM I?'' I cry out as an unrelenting electric shock runs through my body. 
 
 `` Interruptions will not be tolerated!'' 
 
 My arm endures more pain as the 2137 release year turns into 3124. 
 
 `` Amanda Marie Taylor, You have committed crimes against the Interplanetary Interspecies Republic. Your crimes are as listed: Accomplice of IIR's Most wanted: Johnathan Lincon Scott. Our systems have indicated Johnathan Lincon Scott has pleaded guilty with the agreement you would not be executed and be put into cryogenic sleep until your release year printed on your arm.'' 
 
 I black out. 
 
 To be continued on Monday, May 16. 
 
 **EDIT: ** Will be continued in /r/AndrewsStories
