In the Blink of an Eye

[tahanuvic]

A dark silhouette contrasts over an exaggerated white light. Hovering over me, an abhorring headache of the ultimate magnitude plagues my head. Garbled speech comes out of the shadow. It opens it's filthy maw and reveals sharp, beast-like teeth. It swallows me whole, but I resist. I cling on to dear life. I shout, but there is no sound. I strike at the beast, but there is no impact. I try to run for the light in it's infinitely large maw, but the tunnel grows larger as run. I lose consciousness, life drained by the second. I make no effort to stop the advance of death. Welcoming it, I finally embraced with cold, unnerving eyes.

I blinked. A bright Tau-23 Sun had awoken me from a cryptic dream. Smoke hung in the air. I looked around. I was in a pod. A large cargo pod whose sides had been hastily repaired and filled with oozing masses of nanobots. I stared out the window, and nothing but large tracts of identical asteroids and blazing star greeted me. Taking a deep, labored breath, life sent it's deep essence into my heart, embers on ancient Antarctic ice. Apparently lost, and even more apparently left for dead, I stumbled out of my seat, and fell onto the floor. It would be weeks until I was to be found.

Blinking again, the same bright corona of light surrounds another silhouette. Consumed with fear, I scream, this time producing a short, muffled peep. The shadow creeps from one side of my vision and mutters something. It is apparently understandable. Focusing all my intent on listening to the foreboding shade, I retained consciousness, at the cost of great pain. Head straining, my body aching, I lost all vision, and focused my remaining strength solely on the sounds produced by the shadow.

"Is...stable?"
"Negative...V-tach!"
"...Fading..."

I took a deep breath, and instinctively kicked at unknown persons. Rearing my back, I calmed for a moment, then experienced sharp, distinct pain. I screamed profusely as I fell back down. A white flash appeared before my eyes. I tried to move my hand. It didn't move at first. Then, it moved. It whirred. I looked at my hand. It seemed normal, but then I glanced at the backs of my palms. Exposed wiring and nanocircutry were jutting out of my "arm" freely. I screamed again. This time, the efforts futile. An orderly had taken my hand and forced it down as a nurse forcibly injected me with an unknown serum. I gave in to the pain.

I had awoken again. From a deep sleep. I scanned my surroundings with ailing eyes. Bleary and disoriented, I stumbled out the bed, and fell onto a tile floor. I crawled to an exit, palms stinging with cold pricks as I moved them. Reaching for the control console, a man in a crisply pressed suit intercepted me before I could do anything.

"Easy there..." He said, taking my hair.
I muttered unintelligible speech.
"Can we get him some adrenol extract here?"
Another nurse appeared. She injected me again, and I gained color in my vision, albeit blurry color.
I slumped to the floor. Deaf and numb. Blinking, I stared out into the window and into the blazing sun. The corona flooded my eyes. I blinked again, closing them.

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