Gens stares at the com screen, and it looks back like an incriminating eye, the empty halls leading to other pods were telling a disquieting tale. It has been weeks since she’s left her own pod, nothing unusual, her chair didn’t maneuver well over the floor grids.
There really is no reason to leave, she has an abundance of fruits and vegetables from her greenhouse attached to her pod, but now, she is running low on protein capsules, and usually Lando brought them, but he’s not answering his intercom.
Covid-19 was now into its 52 day. The virus had spread rapidly, and hence the Captains request to isolate. Gens thought it was under control. Lando had assured her that all was going to plan, yet the empty com was worrying.
She tries Lando one more time. No answer.
Chills creep up her spine—what if she’s the only one left. Surely not. Gens thinks about the old days on Earth, when science first considered life on other planets. If there was life on Earth, then there could be life on other planets.
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| Infinite Universe |
Well if she’s still alive, then there’s others alive too, she shakes her head—no there must be others alive too.
Her door slides open, and she motors out and down towards the Control Room, a slow process as her the chair wheels keep catching on the floor grids. The Control Room is where everyone will be, she thinks, organising rosters to keep the ship powered up and moving.
They had factored in every eventuality, food, light, accommodation, she had been on the original planning team, surely a virus could not be the end of her journey to Nebula 42.
Gens swipes her tag in the lock, the Control Door hisses as the airlock releases, calling out as she enters, “What’s going on guys,’ like a hollow cavern her voice echoes back at her.
She sits in front of the viewing window, the infinite universe stretches out in all its glorious beauty, and the ship moves through the universe—with only her on board.
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