Down The Gangway

A man ran down the gangway, neon lights pumped behind him. He sprinted even faster; sweat pouring off him in streams. His long hair undulated behind him. As he approached the final corner he slowed, breathing heavily, he brushed back his hair and stepped out onto the deck of the cruiser.

“How can I help” he panted.

“My Alesia received first degree burns and radiation poisoning when our computer miscalculated our Larange point vector,” the disheveled man cried.

Even as they spoke, the computerized team moved into action. One jagged, sphere shaped robot hovered over the blackened, heaving body. Mechanoids moved in, gently moving the body onto a floating stretcher. Tubes snaked down from the sphere, providing vital drugs and nutrients to the scared body.

The stretcher moved away, floating on the air back the way it had came and disappeared. I watched on, mini-cams focused in on the events and relayed them across the hyper-sphere. …

(Written April 2006)