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Business As Usual

by Sonny Estrada 10 months ago in Sci Fi · updated 10 months ago
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The Adonis part 2

Business As Usual
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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.

A red light blinked on the com and a hologram of First Officer Chadwick appeared on the telecom.

'Yes, 'Wick, what is it?' he said to the flickering image.

'Everything is in order, Sir. On your command.' said the Officer and the hologram vanished in a tiny beam of light.

The Captain looked over his shoulder as one of his assistance walked up with a tablet in hand that was scanning all parts of the ship. When she reached him, she handed the device over to him. In his large hands the tablet looked tiny. His fingers swiped over the screen then placed it on sill of the observation deck window. It's almost time, he thought. What would have to happen first was to gather all personal for a debriefing. After this would be to mass broadcast the announcement that the ship would be changing course and would only be orbiting the Planet Earth. From there they would start initial scouting missions. Offering a chance to volunteer if one so chose. A special opportunity to get off ship and be a crucial part in the Human Race's  plan to move forward.

Once the desired area was located, everyone aboard the ship were given the option to be shipped to the Surface or to stay on the Adonis as it remains in Orbit and would be allowed to leave when they wanted. But once off ship, there would be no returning. With a limited amount of fuel, there were only a certain number of return trips. (The Captain thought about half a dozen at most.)

After the announcement, the ship was buzzing with life more than usual.

Cricket sat under the lamp that hung above his side-table. Staring outside of his porthole where the Earth started to inch across it. Small now because they were just returning from the Moon's orbit. When they got close enough, the announcement said, they would be set on a different course. From that vantage point, the Earth wouldn't fit in that window anymore. He stood up from his bed and looked around as if he had lost something. Yawning and half asleep, he walked to a corner of his minimalist room which was decorated with a single fern and a poster with all the viewable constellations. It was nice to have a reference to remember them he thought.

He took on the name Cricket, because that's the sound he would sleep to as oldies played in the background, he abhorred his given name, Isaac. He never heard them in real life, but he enjoyed imagining what it would be like on a farm under the open sky.

Carved into the wall was an electric stove and a countertop with a mug that had old coffee inside of it. He emptied it in the sink and pushed a button sensor on the wall that activated a mechanical sequence of machines that started to brew coffee. Yawning, he pushed another sensor that opened sliding doors on the wall beside him revealing a wardrobe of matching outfits in three different colors. Depending on his mood, he would choose the appropriate color. A lot of occasions called for green. He grabbed his clothes and put them on.

Walking back to his morning cup of coffee which was nearly done, he looked at his watch and was uninterested. He had nothing to do that day, and soon the whole place would be chaos. He could wait until all the peppy go-getters left and then him and a few others would pretty much have the place to themselves. He wondered if the white-coats(slang term on Adonis for Scientist) were jumping ship too. There was a good chance that many of them would stay aboard. But it didn't really concern him, they had the option like everyone else.

Pouring a cup of hot black liquid, he burned his tongue and cursed to himself. He put the cup down on his bedside table were he picked up a small transmitter remote and with another press of a button music started to play softly in the background. Touching the screen of his watch, he flipped through files and opened one that had important notes. Scrolling through them he came upon one that was especially interesting to him that he had forgotten about for some time. At that moment his telecom rang. Still looking at his watch he glided over the screen and pressed a button which answered the call. A hologram of his friend that he worked with popped up on the video display next to his bed.

'So, what do you think?' his friend asked.

In the background there seemed to be bags already packed. He was an avid reader of the reports on everything that was happening within the circle of the 'higher-ups'. He fancied them to be snobbish and over-arrogant.

Although, he was interested and up-to-date with all of the things that they did. He read them on a public forum that mainly the scientists on the ship used. Being so busy all the time, it was a way to connect with one another. One person might be looking for someone on the other side of the ship, so the forum was created to help solve that problem. Queries were made and answered and developments on certain projects were published. There was no reason it should be kept secret when it was meant for the development of everyone on the Adonis. Yet, not many people were interested in that sort of thing, as it always seem to be riddled with fancy jargon, formulas and abbreviations which only the scientists themselves knew.

Still, he was able to discern that there would be an announcement of some sort involving getting off this ship. Something Olly had dreamed about since he was a young boy.

'I don't know, not very interested in leaving this lavish lifestyle, ya know?' Cricket said as he cautiously sipped at his coffee mug.

'I mean, think about it, everyone's gonna want to leave and then there will be no one up here but us. There isn't much to argue about over that.'

'Yeah, but just imagine it!' his voice changed an octave higher with excitement. 'All the things we saw in those educational videos could be right in front of our eyes. And imagine all the other things we haven't even seen yet! Animals, terrain, and ---'

He was cut off by another incoming call. He had switched to it, leaving Olly mid-sentence. It was the Captain anyway. Olly would understand.

'Good Afternoon Lieutenant.' he said coldly eyeing every corner of the bedroom. 'As clean as ever. Report to the Main Hull in 30 minutes. There is something I would like to discuss with you in private.'

'In private sir? You haven't even taken me out on a date yet Captain' he joked.

'Damnit Isaac, will you quit screwing around and act serious for once?' the Captain demanded. His voice trembling as his countenance changed to utmost irritation. He was accustomed to Cricket's nonsense, but today he would be stern. He was the best all around officer on the Adonis, and he'd be damned if he was going to let get the best of him this time.

'Alright, alright. I'll be there sir.' he said as he blew a kiss to the captain and laughed. Switching over to the other screen, he was met with the angry face of his friend. 'Sheesh, what's got your panties in a bunch?'

'This is serious man! Half of, if not more, people are going to desert this flying rust bucket. Like I was saying, there are a lot of things that are still yet unknown about the Earth. This is chance to make history! And if that isn't enough for you, then I can't help you.' his friend said almost out of breath.

'Well, I'll talk about it to you later. I have to meet the Cap in 30. Stars forbid I'm late again,' he said between sips of more black liquid. The telecom went blank and then blinked off.

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Sonny Estrada

There is always truth behind the fiction. Aspiring to adhere to the nuances of objective introspection.

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