Marcus Zaphian
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Ursa
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Why is it that I can hear it as clear as the vacuous space around me? There is no reason for it. There is no parameter in which this is conducive to the completion of my directives. All the same, the anguished scream echoes through my suit. Ringing in my head. There is no reason for it. I try to mitigate the anomaly but it will not resolve. I finish applying pressure to the seal to let the adhesive set and inject the cryogenic catalyst to make the bond, and cannot help but remember the size of the hole. No larger than the tip of a finger. Coming in at twenty five kilometers a second, its fatality is not in its size but in its travel. The screams come back to me again, shaking me out of a memory. I gauge the seal and make my way back into the station.
By Marcus Zaphian2 years ago in Fiction