Yo, quick-write. (Last Frontier)
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Thread Topic: Yo, quick-write. (Last Frontier)
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It takes a second to understand the sensations that overtake you as you awake from a slumber that feels far too long to be possible. Everything has a foreign feel to it, sending shockwaves of shivers throughout your body. It's cold where you are, very cold. So cold in fact, you've gone entirely numb. It's also pretty f---ing dark, the space in which you lie completely absent of light. You feel like throwing up, like passing out, like hollering out in confusion. It's like being on the far edge of one of those... What are they called? The circular things you sit on at the playground that you pull to make them go fast. You can't seem to remember the name.
You fumble in the utter darkness for something, for anything. You're met with close resistance; you can't move your arms more than a foot away from your torso. You're in a cramped space, very enclosing and with the lack of anything to see it begins to become a claustrophobic experience. Quickly, your hands move about in an attempt to feel a handle, or a slit, or a button or something. Something sharp scrapes against your knuckle and you holler in pain. You're sure it drew blood. But then something strange begins to happen.
You hear a sound. Your ears haven't adjusted to the setting yet, so you can't tell how far-off it is. It wobbles in and out of focus, like flicking the volume dial up and down on a spea... A spea.... A spea, something? Ah f---, you forgot that too!
The sound whirs like water rushing over the mouth of a waterfall, and you slowly become aware of the faint feeling that you're falling. Suddenly, a bright blue flash nearly blinds you, so bright and spontaneous it appears as a blanch white and leaves a lasting imprint on your vision. Before you even regain your sight you hear a monotonous voice speak to you with the flat treble and dead inflection of a distinct robot, with an androgynous tone. You don't understand it at first, but you feel like you should, and it creates an odd sensation in the middle of your head.
"... 'th male incumbent. Human genome ascertained. Subject's palpitation rate at steady pace. Illnesses undetected. Mental disabilities undetected. Toxication undetected. Physical trauma undetected. Number of appendages as expected." The voice pauses, and a slow, humming light appears at the bottom of whatever you're in at the base of your feet -- perhaps four feet away. It makes its way up towards your head in a series of hard geometric patterns, branching into multiple parallel lines. It disappears as fast as it came, replaced by a holographic image at the center of your stomach. It's a woman with odd, gray-ish skin and eyes that appear too large for her head.
"Hello. I do not know your name. I do not know where you're from. I do not know your age, gender, favorite color or place of birth. But I do know you are important. If the statistical analysis proves reliable, you should be dead. Perhaps you are, and I speak to a rotting carcass. I can assure you I am a rotting carcass by now."
The more she speaks, the more you get the disturbing sensation that this... Woman isn't a hu... A hu... Whatever you are. Her clothing fits her form tightly revealing a narrow body and unsettlingly thin limbs. Her voice is feminine, melodic and whatever-you-are enough for you, but the sight of her distorted body gives you some serious edge.
"You're confused, lost and uncertain. Perhaps even scared. It's been quite a while since I've known fear, but I think I see it in the horizon. This horizon is lost to you. Don't be scared. When my image disappears, your capsule will release it's life support and unseal itself, releasing you to the outer world in... A very, very long time." Her eyes cast downward and you can hear the vicious pounding of metal through the audio of the holograph. "Goodbye. This is my final farewell, and all of my comrade's. You do not know me, but I trust you. We trust you. You are our last frontier."
And finally, you hear something else. A quick shriek of air, the oxygen inside your hibernation module seeping away at supersonic speeds. The 'plunk' of locks reeling away marks the end of your security inside this safe though peculiar chamber. You close your eyes and breathe what may be your last. Hopefully you weren't disturbed from your god-knows-how-long sleep just to be killed off by this machine meant to keep you alive. That would be a dick move.
Nothing happens. You see just the most minute sliver of strange light locked between the front and the constricting walls of your pod. You hold your breath -- not entirely sure if the atmosphere's irradiated with toxic gasses -- and touch the front, and it moves ever so slightly. A metallic squeek echoes through your capsule. You steadily sit up, feet directly under you and holding the 'door' above you for protection of whatever hostile elements or creatures might lie in wait for you.
The view is magnificent.
Although you can't even recall the barest recollection of what you may have been or experienced before, the brilliance of what lies above you still forces you to believe you've never seen it before. The sky is a torn canvas, something huge and blue with immeasurably large rings rotating and orbitting about a sphere, dozens of thousands of diamond stars dazzle the view and the negative space exhibits spiralling arms of pink,green,red,orange,blue and a f---ing color palette of cosmic dust, debris and meteors. Probably some planets too.
This is about the time you throw up. Your body's so unaccustomed to standing and physical activity it can hardly handle stargazing. You fall to your knees, the ground hard and gray. A cloud of dust billows away as you fall, the vomit quickly receding into the porous ground. Weird. You stand again, and eye the colossal jagged mountains in the distance. It's a range of varying sizes, but in the middle is a narrow peak which grows so tall you're sure it penetrates the ionosphere of whatever strange world you're on. The floor is mostly barren, but you see patches of strange curly-leaved vegetation in thick clusters, and what appears to be towering trees in the horizon.
You take a few steps, your feet shuffling, arms hanging heavily at your sides, gasping for breath in a foreign world. Your eyesight obscures at the edges in a foggy haze and all you can see is ahead; small mounds dotting the landscape with the vivid skies and the rising peak at the world's edge. It reminds you of a sky... Skyscra... Sky something. A sky-something.
Your foot catches something and you fumble to land safely -- you're too far gone to actually recover from the fall. Your shoulder hits the rocky ground and you almost gasp from the jarring sensation. At your feet is an ovular spheroid, perhaps a few feet longer than yourself and just large enough to comfortable house a person of your kind. It's plated in something dazzling, so reflective you can easily discern acute details in your reflection. Reluctant, you go to touch it. You're not too sure you should be making physical contact with odd things which may or may not have the ability to kill you on touch, but enough strange things have happened today that you're really in the mood to say "you know what, f--- it."
You touch it, and nothing happens. It's actually entrancing to touch, it's so smooth and flawless it practically caresses you. You feel all over it, noticing the subtle lines making their discreet circuits down the top of the capsule oddly reminiscent of the blue lights inside your pod. Your hands run over a falter, something just slightly indented in the side of the thing. You search for it again, and finger it closely. "Uhm..."
The pod makes a banshee hiss of air shooting out at supersonic speeds, and you see the reflective sheen slowly disappear at the top, giving way to a misty look, like evaporated water condensing on the side of a glass. Carefully, you embrace the top at the sides and move it, carefully, slowly.
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