The Price of Sight

[jammi]

Now I sat strapped into my flight harness, the last wisps of atmosphere being whisked off my hull. The barren wastes of Omicron Gamma lay sprawled in front of me. In a rare moment of clarity my mind shuffled itself, wondering which direction to flee in.

As various thought processes clicked into place, blocks of thought dropped into place, booming through my mind like fallen monoliths. The Omegas. They were so remote, so far away. It made sense. Not Omega 5 though... Elsewhere. The Fes. Of course - the Fes! That was a long way away... And not Omega 5.

I shifted my Titan into cruise and wheeled around, headed for Omega 41. I barely noticed the Nephthys slide out of the docking ring after me. Then my very brain seemed to itch. An evil eye was watching me, tearing away my flesh to see what I am. What I was on the inside. But no voices. I'd left them one Crete! I giggled madly to myself. I was free. For now.

I squirmed in my seat, a cold sweat breaking out on my neck. Soon I was enveloped by the golden nebula that would lead me away and the feeling subsided.

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