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He was only supposed to pop out of
the space station for a small fix. Reattach a crooked panel and make sure
nothing was damaged beneath it. Right as he finished his work, a mere moment
before he would go back inside, the whole station went dark. His radio went
dead, his light went dark, the only thing that worked was the hose that
connected him to the station and fed him much needed air.
“Very funny guys,” he joked, “turn
the lights back on and let me in.” He knew that wasn’t the case, yet he still
called out in the vain hope he was wrong.
“Just give it a few minutes, an hour
at the most, and everything will come back online,” he assured himself.
Minutes ticked by, and nothing
changed. No movement in the station, not even the glow of a flashlight in one
of the windows. His heart sank as he broke out into a cold sweat.
“No, this isn’t happening, someone
has to fix this,” he declared. Yet, time still moved ever onward, and the
station remained dark. He quickly lost track of time, uncertain if he floated
there for minutes or hours.
“I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine,” he
repeated, “I’ll be fine, I have to be. It’ll all work out, it always does.” He
never felt so small before, the space station seemed to loom over him like a
dark tower. Everything felt off and alien, like he had been snapped out of a
daze and realized nothing was familiar. The size of his own hands felt wrong,
the shape of the station felt off, the empty space around him seemed suddenly
hostile.
“Please let me be fine, please let
me be fine,” he prayed as his breaths became heavier.
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It's scary how easily the simplest of tasks can go horribly wrong, even for reasons that were not your fault.Also be sure to check out the previous story in this loose series, Recovery.
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