Copyright 2011 James Bryron Love
Reproduced by kind permission of the author
Hydraulic rams slammed the locks open. The screech of steel produced a deafening pitch. “That can’t be correct. The system should be silent” he thought.
John opened his eyes slowly; the bright lights in the room were blinding him. Through the transparent glass of his stasis chamber, he could make out just a few minor details. The overhead lights flickered in the bizarre pattern. Other than the background hum, and the sound of his heartbeat, there was silence.
The monitor display screamed into life. All of his vital signs were now being displayed. John noticed that his heart rate was up but his blood pressure was in an acceptable range. He felt the automated injection on his left arm, ”Damn that stings” he thought vaguely amused. There was going to be at least another ten minutes before he could get out of this box.
His hand pushed at the lid in defiance. “That is totally wrong. This box should be locked. The time cycle isn’t over, for Christ’s sakes. I’m still connected to everything.” He thought bewildered." I’m going to have to check the entire system out. First it was the sound of the hydraulics and now the locks. There are some serious discrepancies at work here.”
“These long missions were going to kill him. This should be the very last one he signed up for. They can never pay enough for me to sleep and waste two years of my life. Damn ship was fully automated any ways; all we are is a delivery crew. There just in case the impossible happens. In all the missions that have ever been sent out, nothing had ever happened out of the ordinary. That left entire crews to baby sit an empty ship. The company was so cheap that it only allowed one person to be awake at a time, until they made planet fall. What a waste of my time.” he thought glumly.
The cryro bay was eerily silent; there were twenty-four compartments, twelve on each side. The air smelled used with just a hint of ozone. The main console, at the far end of the bay, displayed the status in a dance of multicolored LED lights.
John did not any see trouble indicators, as he walked over to the console. Looking down, everything seemed to be in the correct parameter. He studied the display section for his own stasis chamber. It did not indicate any problems. His hands flickered over the import pad, running a full diagnostic to further check for errors.
“It has to have errors” he thought,” there were definitely some irregularities when I woke up."
The screen in front of him, displayed a huge quantity of output. No errors or irregularities were found. In a woman’s soft voice, the computer spoke.
“John, all the systems in the cryogenic chamber are operating within acceptable parameters. Do you want me to run a level III diagnostic?
“No!” John said it agitated tone. “I would like you to run a level V diagnostics, ship wide. I’m going to get dressed and head to the bridge. You can forward all the diagnostic reports there along with your evaluation of all systems. There is something wrong here, and I want you to find out what it is.”
Grabbing clothing off the shelf, he immediately started struggling to dress himself. He seemed awkward and unbalanced." Probably just the effects of stasis wearing off" he said out loud.
“John are you having difficulties? Do you require assistance?” the computer said unemotionally. […]
“There is a world but it is not your world
Reality fragments time,are you dreaming or are you awake.Everything keeps changing and you struggle to keep up. Perhaps you find out too late that you are going to die today”