“Who let the
dogs out?”
Cruella de Vil*
#quote
Look I made an anagram: mgaanra. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Colony Drop
My parents told me: “Daniel, working at the space colony is every
doctor's dream!” Well, it's not just them. It was everyone. Working
there got you reputation, good pay, and living there was quite
fantastic. Like a perpetual luxury resort really. With the highest
wonders in technology around you.
Well was is the key word.
The colony is falling. Every lifeboat has been filled and left Yeah
they called them lifeboats. They felt escape pods made the space
colony sound to scary. And I'm left here. No one is coming to get me.
I'm not alone in the colony. And the way the colony is going to fall.
Well...fortunately for the people of Earth it's going to hit a small
mountain range that was already evacuated. However I know I'm not
going to live.
I'm really not sure how hard I should cry if could. My parents
raised me to be tough and to operate in a space colony of all things
even with artificial gravity I habitually trained myself to be calm.
No, I don't think that's it. I think it's because it doesn't feel
real.
I felt panicked and scared when people fought for lifeboats. And my
heart sank to my gut when I gave my seat up for that kid. Call me an
angel for giving my life up for the little guy, because I'll soon be
one. But the instincts besides my altruism told me that was the
stupidest thing I've ever done.
I think I'm not panicked because I've been told I'm going to die.
But I don't see someone holding a gun to my face. I'm not being
stabbed. I'm not sick. They just told me and all I see is the blue
Earth coming slower and slower and the colony's programming adjusting
the artificial gravity to try to ease the fall for us. To make at
least some parts of the crash and our deaths less painful.
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