XXXII

Obviously the logical part of my brain thinks that theory is bollocks, but the rest of the brain is running with it. I’m ok with that. I’d rather be calm than hideously scared.

I sit up on top of the table, leaning against the walls in the corner of the room, just gazing straight ahead, hoping that the blurry shapes become clearer and I can work out where exactly I am.

The muffled voices have faded, and there has been no noise since what sounded like a door 15 or so minutes ago. Maybe there was no door. Maybe I imagined it.

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  2. Charles, only five-nine, but built like a tree and dressed head-to-toe in black tactical gear. Handguns holstered on each leg, a small knife strapped to one ankle, and two of the biggest machetes I’d ever seen – one hanging over each shoulder. Honestly, given the stories I’d heard, I was expecting more guns, but I […]

  3. VII
  4. As the elevator ground to a halt the doors slid open behind them. It had been so dark when they entered they hadn’t noticed the alternate set of doors. Stepping out into a barely lit corridor the doors swiftly shut behind them, about 20 metres ahead of them a corner that hid an occasional flicker. […]

  5. IV
  6. Their nightly routine was always the same. “Sam, it’s time to go to sleep, lights out…”, “But Mum,” he protested, “I don’t like the darkness, I’m afraid of the monster in the closet”, It was always the same reason, like a recording being played back repetitively for comedic effect. The response of Sam’s mother too […]

  7. XVI
  8. Day 86. It’s been a little over 12 weeks since we undocked and were flung into the vast blackness of space, we’ve got 2 weeks left until we enter the suspended state that will allow us to carry out the mission. What’s the mission? Good question. When we left they hadn’t exactly worked that out. […]

  9. XXXIV
  10. Brief dreams of other places, other faces. The where and when I’d rather be. The things I’d be doing and how I’d be doing them. Routine, constants, the avoidance of change that I see no personal benefit in. The chasing of happiness and the fear of failure that prevents me. I’m asleep, but conscious that […]