Star Wars

Okay, so I don't know enough about science fiction to do this week's F3 challenge. But can I give an ordinary scene some sort of sci-fi vibe? Can I use these never-before-seen words in a (somewhat) accurate context? Let's see...

Prompt: THEMED WORD LIST, thanks to 75 Words Every Sci-Fi Fan Should Know – Stellar Engine, mind food, needler, superluminal, and wetware  

Genre: Sci-fi themed pot-boiler
Word Count: Under 1500 words
Deadline: Thursday, March 24, 2011 4:30 pm EST

STAR WARS
This really is good mind food, Amy thought as she spooned Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey into her mouth. Just a few bites, and she already felt perkier and better than she had in days. It didn't matter that she was eating it for breakfast. Whoever said it was a cliche for a heartbroken woman to eat ice cream obviously came from a different galaxy. Ice cream really does make the universe a brighter place. She snuggled deeper into her worn leather seat, her slippered feet resting on the metal square that substituted as a coffee table. All that was missing was a cat (or two) and sappy music playing in the background while a montage of her life with Brian flashed on the TV screen.

Ah, Brian. He had the capacity to burn through her heart like a needler, a blazing burst of concentrated light shearing through what little strings she had left on her sanity. He had the audacity to explode into her previously humdrum single life just a few months earlier with the energy of a stellar engine, bringing a much-needed vitality. He whisked her to another dimension, made her feel as though it was okay to hope for something more. To think that maybe the ordinary was anything but.

She wished she could move at warp speed, a superluminal wave of energy through the atmosphere. Maybe then she could get away from the the slow-motion farce that made up her life. Amy sighed.

Brian had been larger than life, an unreal hologram downloaded into the wetware of her brain that she needed to force quit. His betrayal hurt more than she would admit.

Her spoon hit the bottom of the ice cream pint. Already? She dragged her protesting body off the chair and dumped the empty carton in the trash chute before changing out of her pajamas and into her spacesuit. She couldn't keep the crew waiting much longer. She had a ship to repair, thanks to the traitor she had trusted.