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Down, Down, Down
Computers in the Main Hull whizzed and clicked as people adamantly punched in coordinates and logged in launch codes for the pods descent to Earth. All personnel were swiping monitors or pressing buttons. Isaac walked through the middle of the hive, down a long walkway until he reached the Captain.
On the Ground
The clouds swept across the landscape in waves of gray. Insects chirped and buzzed and was the only thing that could be heard aside from the rustling of leaves in the trees that had started to grow back. Along a narrow ridge on a mountainside a small opening lead to quite a large cavern. The opening had a large mirror stationed in front of it that reflected and bounced light off of smaller mirrors throughout the cave. Intricately placed so that the subterranean depths would have light during the day, if the clouds permitted.
Long Range vs Run and Gun
It wasn't until recently that I decided to pick up the longbow or sentinel. For the longest time I tried to run and gun with the R-99 or Alternator when that was still a thing. I would find myself using Bloodhound's tactical to see through walls and then try to run into a room only to get merked by a whole squad. Games only lasted about three minutes.
Business As Usual
In the main hull of the ship, the Captain peered out at the Earth with an air of confidence. Soon, they would launch the pods toward the planet and start rebuilding. Everything that they had worked for would come to fruition in the end and it made Captain Galloway's lips twitch with an excited smile. After 50 years, they would finally see their plans in action. A mantle that had been passed down from his grandfather to his father and then to him. A whole new Era of humans that would be able to repopulate and restore what the past had decimated.
Light flashed and reflected off the glass of the Adonis spacecraft that orbited in a calculated figure eight around the Earth and Moon. The Adonis had been on the edges of the Earth and Moon's atmospheres for 50 years. From the outside of the craft, as it swirls in perpetual motion, the silence echoes to the furthest reaches of the void that is space. The interior, however, bustled with life. The humans that have been on the Adonis had been living through a generation or two of space life.
Falling for the Last Time
There has always been a subtlety in the way a brief zephyr hints to something from beyond our control. From a horizon not yet discovered or even fathomed. The distant star of realization and the continuity of the time left us by ancient wisdom. Faith… that core ingredient to something much larger than we could hope to envision. An understanding of what it means to finally let go of past transgression and success; to be one without and subsequently, with all.
What Am I?
By the time I can see the little light that flickered off in some amount of distance, a manifestation of thought bequeathed it's crown to me. But it too, as so many other things have fallen through me. If I cried, the tears would enter the cavity of my body and drip to the floor as I evaporate just a little bit more like steam. The shaking earth, I cannot feel it and that scares me.
Fish Out of Water
Every colony had their own set of standards. Their own way of going about things. It was a wonder how they could all get along at all. But that wasn't the point. Growing up in one didn't make you any different then anyone else. It was just the starting point. The main Family would take extra care in making sure that there was a perfect amount of newborns each year. In the adolescent years, they would groom them and control their modes of thinking by instilling in them the ideas of their sign. How to act and react. How one was supposed to be like. And how one was not supposed to be like. What they could find attractive. What they couldn't. It was all a mess of indoctrinated and, for the most part, religious methods of raising children.