My writings have a strange tendency to take place in the world that exists in my brain, all of which has well-established backstory, future, reasoning, physics, etcetera. This is not a random thing, this story that follows - it is part of a larger universe, and throughout some of these you the reader will likely glimpse into this universe. Perhaps someday you'll even learn the characters names ;)
Crawling up from under the cover of night, his eyes pressed hard against their sockets in complaint as the light of the room struck them and he knew that this pain would linger the longest. The cover slowly slid over his head, towed almost uncommanded by his toes past his head as his wearied frame rises to a sitting position. He looks around the room, packed with things but empty of life save himself. The crudely made stuffed bear reminds him of the loneliness that has defined the past year, and he considers pulling it close for comfort, but does not. The damned computer will see, and while the computer professes it does not judge him he strongly suspects otherwise.
He waves a hand through the air just right, a motion practiced and burned into unconscious muscle memory, and the computer responds. The computer has a voice he has changed so it won’t remind him of a person he knew some while ago. A hologram is projected in response and the voice chimes in as a light goes on by the door.
“Good morning, Captain. Would you like a status report?”
“Good morning, Samantha. Yes please, second and third fleets.”
The computer notes the various functionings and goings-on of the units he has specified, drones all of them, and he mildly pays attention while going about morning rituals and cleaning up the notes from last nights’ recappments.
Meanwhile, the wreck spins wildly, tracing a path chosen months ago through happenstance through the unending night.
TRH
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