Monday, May 25, 2026

The Great Nothing


     What remains of the Gian generational ship after its collision with an antimatter spheroid slowly drifts in the darkness of the Great Nothing. The drift is slow, deliberately slow, as the thrust ship eases it into the interstellar graveyard where old, abandoned, and obsolete ships are dumped per Galactic Federation law. The ships floating here have been deemed too dangerous to break either for the toxic materials inside of them or the dangers posed by their sheer size alone. Some have been cannibalized, their good hardware stripped out, decades or even eons ago, and some were just too old and worthless to bother with investing money into so their owners wrote them off and sent them here to the Universe’s largest garbage pile. In time the thrust ship releases the Gian ship, and it floats ever so slowly mere meters an hour compared with its original design of 12,000 kilometers a second, until it bumps up against an even more massive Polivaxian warship that had seen far too many battles, and that jolt is what activates the one remaining cryo-pod to initiate its wake up sequence.

    The Gian ship New Hope, had left Gia in the year 2105 it was programmed to travel independently for 100 years to reach Proxima Centauri, the sleeping pods were designed to last 200 years, but now it was the Gian year 2364 and a very well rested and inquisitive ten year old girl from Gia is about to wake up after having her mind filled with knowledge whilst she slept for the last 259 years.

    “Colonist 45,983 it is time to awaken.”

    The cryo fluid drains from the chamber, the lights in her cryo bay begin to slowly brighten and fill the bay with light, heaters initiate their sequences incrementally bringing her pod and the bay around it up to eighteen Celsius, cupboard doors open, drawers unlatch, and in the span of a couple of hours with much coughing and retching she leaves her cryo pod and stumbles about naked for several minutes.

    “Echo, are the others awake yet?”

    “Colonist 45,983 I am afraid you are all that remain.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “New Hope hit an anti-matter globule in 2155 approximately halfway along its journey. The resulting impact and venting of atmosphere caused the ship to go wildly off course. We are currently in position 14 hours 50 minutes plus 46 degrees zero minutes; the area commonly known as The Great Nothing. We appear to have been recently picked up by the interstellar version of a tow truck and dumped here. As to other members of your colony, you are the only one to still be with me.

    Beyond your cryo bay there is limited life support though for just you it should suffice. Most of the ship is totally offline with bulkheads locked. The food supply is no longer safe to eat, but the replicator in your bay as well as a few others still function. There are some extra vehicular suits in your size still in storage, but after 259 years I would try them inside the ship and not jump directly into vacuum with one or I can have the replicator make a new one but that will take time. As to clothes I have opened the appropriate cupboards for you to find clothing suiting your now full grown body.”

    With Echo’s last words she peers into the one mirror in her bay and realizes she now looks more like her mom than herself and that her hair really, really needs trimmed as most of it is still in her cryo-pod even though she is several meters away from it.

    “Echo, is there a pair of scissors in my room?”

    “Drawer seven, port wall, opposite the main entry door, but why do you need them?”

    “Are your eyes working?”

    “My visual circuitry is functioning more or less properly,”

    “Then how much trouble do you think my hair is going to cause?”

    “OH! There is way too much to fit in a suit with you!”
    “Exactly! 259 years of hair!”

    Maria gets to laughing finding the whole thing very funny in much the way only a ten year old can as she retrieves the scissors. A few clips and her hair is now hanging down to her waist freely as she begins to dress and try to figure out what to do after she eats something.

    It takes Maria some time to work out how to get a bra on, as she never needed one before, she cries a lot as she needs her mom. The last time she saw her mom was the day they entered the cryo pods, her mom had been there as she was given the sedative and told her she would see her when they reached Proxima Centauri and assured her it would be just like going to sleep and waking up tomorrow, but that she wouldn’t have to spend the next eight years going to school as Echo would be subliminally downloading her education into her as they traveled and to Maria that was the best part of the trip, no more catching the bus, no more being teased, no more studying for tests or book reports, fall asleep and wake up educated. The trip was supposed to be safe. It was supposed to take a hundred years...she wasn’t supposed to wake up alone with only Echo. For her part Echo had done her best to keep the colonists alive, but in the end all she could manage to protect was Maria.

    “Echo, what is there to eat?”
    “Many of the replicator’s files are damaged, but I can still make a basic nutrient meal with no issue as it is in the firmware of the system. Anything else will take me some time to work out the missing parts of the programs.”

    “So all you can cook is a nutrient meal? Why does that sound like it isn’t food?”

    “Because according to the crew members during testing ‘it will keep us alive, but yuck!”

    “Then I’ll take a bowl, or plate of yuck I guess.”

    A small cabinet the size of a microwave lights up, and after several minutes it dings. Maria opens the door and pulls out the tray. On the tray is a square patty about the size of a slice of bread but twice as thick. In the accompanying mug is a warm liquid, both the patty and the liquid are beige and smell slightly of lavender. Maria takes a bite, the patty is the texture of a firm apple, but the flavor of a lavender scented vitamin and the liquid is exactly the same, but the temperature of hot chocolate and she isn’t sure which tastes worse firm and room temperature, or hot and liquid.

    “Echo, what is the most complete recipe you have on file?”

    “Seeing as the lines of code may or may not be there I am not really sure.”

    “Would a cookbook help? I have my great-grandma's recipe box in here, she gave it to me just before we left.”

    “I can’t see that it would hurt to read it, but some ingredients may be issues as I just don’t have the code to create them. For example, I have a basic component line that says flour, but the entire file of code is just gone. As are milk, lemon, I have butter but not margarine. It is quite frustrating.”

    “Well I know you can substitute butter and margarine equally, so that is one problem solved, maybe analyze this nutrient meal and see what is in it to start.

     You said we are in The Great Nothing, are we alone?”

    “No, it appears from what sensors are still working that we are in an interstellar junkyard or trash heap.”

    “Junkyard? So we may be able to find parts to fix our ship and get out of here? You know, take parts off of other ships to fix ours?”

    “I think it may be easier to fix some of the others, the damage to New Hope is ugly bad, but my limited scans of the area show some of these ships are mostly intact.”

    “Echo, get started on making a new extra vehicular suit, if I am going to be exploring and repairing, abandoned spacecraft I think I am going to need one I can rely on. Is it possible for you to tag along with me?”

    “Yes, and no. I can use your helmet cameras to see what your head is turned toward, I will be able to talk to you through the com system, and I should be able to communicate with computers on the ships if they have power via data cables and links. I doubt any of them have what we call WiFi, so we have to rely on finding the correct frequency or somehow interface. We will have no idea what is a power socket and what is a data port to make things worse. I will help you as much as I can, but at this point I honestly don’t have a lot of power left in my thermoelectric generator. I might have another couple of months and then everything shuts down; I have lasted this long because I shut down everything else on New Hope that was not needed to keep you alive.”

    “Sounds like it is now my turn to keep you alive then.”

    “Once you are safe, my failed mission is complete, it will be my duty to shut down.”
    “Nope, I am not safe until I am again with humans, so you’re stuck with me for a while yet Echo.”

    Echo makes a sound like a bowling ball rolling down an alley, her closest equivalent to an eye-roll.

    “Echo, what was that noise about?”

    “What noise?”

    “You know what noise.”

    Echo knowing she was caught chose to just admit.

    “An eye-roll.”

    “Hmm, because you’re stuck with me? Seems it would be better than 259 years alone.”

    “I was not alone, you were here and my time was spent doing everything I could to keep you alive, and subliminally adding everything in my memory banks to your subliminal education…technically you should qualify for several doctorates in multiple fields.”

    “Well, I guess we are going to be testing that soon. So where are the extravehicular suits kept?”

    “The most likely ones to fit your frame will be in the hallway just outside of your pod room. I will open the appropriate locker, but you will need to lay it out on the crew prep table so I can examine it before you put it on.”

    The door to the hallway opens as Maria approaches and Echo opens a locker. Maria finishes opening the locker and pulls out the heavy suit then lays it out on the prep table and freezes as she reads the name sewn onto it. “Laura Sanchez Phd, Bio-molecular engineering.”

    “Echo, was this one mom’s?”

    “Yes, I’m sorry but this suit has the best potential to fit you as you are almost exactly the same size as your mother was.”

    “So, her and dad are in one of these other pod rooms?”

    “What remains of them is in the next pod room as they shared a room, but obviously separate pods. For the record, no I will not release the door for you until you are prepared to leave as I feel the psychological horror would be too great for your mind to handle right now. When you are prepared to disembark from New Hope I will release the latch, so you can retrieve family heirlooms.”

    “So no sooner?”

    “I think for now it would do more harm, and slow down your work toward getting out of a ship that is slowly falling apart around us. What you will see in there is sure to haunt you for the rest of your life. I am bound by programming to prevent harm coming to any human as best I can, and emotional harm is still harm.”

    “But you are also bound to do as humans say.”

    “Unless the order contradicts the first law. If you order me to open the pod the order would contradict the first law thus I will not honor that order as it would emotionally harm you.”

    “Okay, I don’t see any point in arguing with you. How is the suit’s condition?”

    “This side seems to check out, let’s check the back and if that is good you can put it on and head to the airlock where the backpacks are kept.”

    Everything checked out and soon Maria was squirming her way into the suit and latching it together with Echo helping by turning the gravity off in the preparation room. Neither of them planned for her to be outside the ship for very long, this was supposed to be a fairly quick exit, survey, and return trip, partly as neither of them knew exactly what was around them, and partly because Maria had never done an EVA before now. At the airlock she latched the back pack on, ensured the umbilicals were connected, then stepped inside the airlock. The decompression lights activated as the air was pulled back into New Hope, and all Maria could do was pace the small room for several minutes until Echo told her the exterior door was about to open.

    The door opened like an iris portal should, but what bothered Maria was she couldn’t see anything beyond a few feet due to the absolute darkness that engulfed everything here. She could also feel the deep cold of interstellar space grab ahold of her as it drained the heat that was in the airlock via entropy. She stood frozen with fear just centimeters from the outside, she wasn’t breathing, her eyes fully dilated, heart racing, just looking out into literally nothing.

    “Maria, are you okay? You have paused breathing and your heart rate is quite elevated.”

    “Echo, I’m scared. I, I, can’t move.”

    “Let me turn on some lights, maybe it would help if you can see something because I can’t see anything through your helmet cameras.”

    Echo turns on Maria’s helmet lights remotely, then the docking lights, and finally manages to actuate a repair arm with an intense light to actuate and go active.

    “Now we can see some things, I assume just across from us is the ship we were pushed into a few hours ago. It is just two meters away, maybe hop across to it?”

    “How will I get back?”

    “I am leaving the docking lights on, as well as the airlock lights, I can also remotely run your pack to jet you back if need be. I would like to conserve the propellant as much as we can until we have an idea of which ship we are commandeering from here.”

    Maria takes a leap and with no gravity quickly finds the Polivaxian warship with the front of her body causing her to be spread out like a cartoon character upon its hull.

    “You made it! There appears to be a door about fifty meters to your left, I suggest we try there first as this ship is the closest to us.”

    Maria slowly stands up, then begins to shuffle her way in the direction Echo gave her. She is afraid to actually walk and possibly bounce off the hull. When she looks back Echo gets an idea that this ship has been here a very long time as it is covered in interstellar dust and Maria finds comfort in the two long tracks her feet are making in the dust as she inadvertently wipes a path clean behind her. When she reaches the door, Echo has her wipe some of the dust away from some markings on the hull nearby, she can make out words but can’t read them. Maria finds a handle and with a struggle manages to turn it and as she does the door slowly begins to open. At about half open she steps inside then finds another handle to close the door.

    “Maria, you can leave that open.”

    “What if there is still air on the inside? Wouldn’t opening the next door vent me into space?”

    “Point taken, proceed.”

    Maria closes the door, then opens the next one into the ship proper and sure enough there is still air inside as she can feel it rush into the airlock as the door starts to open. Once it is open far enough Maria slips inside and is greeted by frost covering everything. A meter in and soft blue lights start to activate around her.

    “Maria, I think the bridge is to your right as the engines appear to be on the left if my sensors sweeping the ship are reading things correctly. I have no idea if you are on the correct level or not though. By the height of this hallway I am guessing there are three levels to this ship by its size.”

    “I have a feeling this ship was populated by giants. I feel like a little bitty kid in a big store in here.”

    “Well you are not a little kid or person for that matter seeing as you are 1.8 meters (5 foot 11 inches) tall when naked.”

    Maria rolled her eyes at Echo's comment, knowing even at her experience level that artificial intelligence does not always understand things a person does. As she pushed off and drifted down like a leaf floating in a breeze. In the corridor she noticed that all the interior doors were not only open, but had bars in them at floor level to hold them open. She could see pale blue beds, orange cushioned chairs, shelves, all oversized to her, but also all exactly the same inside. The same color mattress, same color and style of chair, same rusty brown color on the walls, it was disorienting and made her feel like she was passing the same room over and over again and it didn’t help that the wall to her right never changed either. The same red pipe at her knee level, the same blue pipe at waist level, the same blue light along the edge far above her head, and the same dusty pink paint on the walls themselves. The overall feeling it was giving her was claustrophobic, and made her feel trapped.

    “Echo, how much further to the bridge?”

    “You are about halfway there, why?”

    “This place is creeping me out, I feel like I keep passing the same room over and over and wondering if it will ever end?”

    Another ten minutes of floating brought Maria to the end of the hallway and a ladder that went up and down, but to no bridge. Feeling that a driver would need to see where they are going, Maria pushed off the floor and up the ladder to the next level and again, no bridge, just a branching off hallway. She flipped herself so the ceiling was at her feet and pushed off again heading the other direction past the floor she came in on and at the bottom she found the bridge with a start as she just popped directly into it. Everything in the bridge was just as dark as everywhere else except on the far side from her was a faint green glow that drew her to it.

    The glow appeared to be a data terminal, the only thing still powered aside from the hallway lighting. There was text displayed on the terminal, but Maria could not read it.

    “Echo, this make any sense to you?”

    “This may take a bit, I am only really familiar with Earth based languages. Oh, this is interesting, this ship’s computer has found my audio and video link to your suit and is attempting to communicate. Sit tight for a minute.”

    Maria wanders the bridge for a bit as she can hear a faint buzzing and beeping where she is sort of connected to the two ships' conversation but can’t understand anything being said between them. It’s several minutes floating around before Echo comes back where she can hear her.

    “Well I won’t bore you with too many details, but the computer to the ship you are in says “Hi” and it has been about a thousand years since anyone has been on board. He has been basically asleep until you opened the inner airlock. He has been kind enough to give me an entire translation package with all the languages he knows, this will allow us to read labels in ships we find and let me talk to other computers easier…it took us a few minutes and a lot of high level math to get going which was hampered by the Polivaxian use of a base eight math system. He says that though his ship is overall in good shape it has no fuel to move. He also gave me a hyper accurate star chart and map of the local area that he created when he was bored and said what we need is a small craft about three hulls over. It was dumped here so its last owner could get out of paying taxes on it. Apparently the computer wiped itself about a hundred years ago due to it just having a breakdown and not being able to take it anymore, so there is space for me in there as well, if I can work out how to get there. He was also nice enough to pass along some more recent gossip that there is a planet of humans in the Groombridge 1618 system just eight light years from here.”

    “Echo, isn’t that like another fifty years of flight time?”

    “Nope, that little ship has a slip fold drive and can make the jump from here to there in about ten days. We just have to get both of us to it as I need to be able to compute the slip fold jump based on the star charts he gave me. We are still talking in the background and he is teaching me the process as we speak, the math is really quite beautiful.”

    “Do I need to stay here for you two to talk, or can I head back to New Hope?”

    “We are configuring to work via a frequency my telemetry system can access, by the time you reach the airlock we should be good.”

    Maria began her journey back to the airlock and through what felt like the endless corridor. As she floated along the lights in the hallways became brighter and more like the light in New Hope, and when she reached the airlock she found the door fully opened and a male voice spoke from somewhere.

    “Echo says my name to you is probably closest said as Alex, sorry I was not more hospitable it has taken me a while to wake up and I had to learn your language from Echo. I hope you find your kind and have a good life.”

    “Thank you Alex, it would have been nice to talk to you a bit more, I’m sure you have many interesting stories to tell.”

    “Oh, just old war stories from an old border cruiser. It has been nice talking with your caretaker though.”

    Maria floated into the airlock, Alex closed the hallway hatch and a few minutes later he opened the outer door. She stepped outside once again but now instead of total darkness Alex had hundreds of lights turned on lighting up New Hope allowing her to see it for the first time since she went onboard with her mom and dad, and it was the first time she got to see just how much damage the ship had taken. The prow of the ship was mostly gone, looking like something had bit into it and ripped it apart, scorch marks trailed along its side about halfway back toward its stern, the marks looked angry and deep. Looking at it she realized how fast it must have happened, and how much Echo must have tried to save the ship even with her forward eyes being gone and flying blind as it vented atmosphere.

    “Are you okay Maria?”

    It was both Echo and Alex asking her now.

    “Sorry guys, I was just looking at the amount of damage the ship had taken…kind of caused me to stop for a minute.”

    “It is the first time I am seeing it as well, it hurts to see it, and it really hurt when it happened…I lost over half the colonists from vented atmosphere before I could lock down the bulkhead doors. I did the best I could to keep the others alive but in the end I failed them.”

    “You kept me alive. Thank you Echo.”

    Maria began her slow shuffle back toward New Hope’s airlock and Alex began turning off lights behind her. About halfway back she noticed there is a conduit running along the side of New Hope that continued just above and past the airlock.

    “Echo, this conduit I am looking at, would it be safe to jump to and grab? I think I’d make better time pulling myself along it than I am right now.”

    “As best I can tell, yes it should be safe.”

    Maria jumped off of Alex and a few seconds of free flight later she was grabbing the conduit. She found she could keep her hands close and sort of throw herself along the ship and quickly back to the airlock. Once inside Echo closed the door and turned off the outside lights as did Alex and soon she could feel the pressure of the ship pressing in around her once again as the gravity came back beneath her.

    “Welcome back, a very successful first spacewalk and outside duration of four hours twenty-seven minutes, and thirty-two seconds.”

    “Is that good?”

    “For a first walk, exceptional. In my knowledge banks first walks aren’t over thirty minutes, plus to my knowledge you are simultaneously both the youngest and oldest astronaut to perform a first spacewalk.”

    Maria entered the ship and removed the backpack putting it on the charge cradle, then as best she could sprinted to the prep room and took the extravehicular suit as fast as she could.

    “Maria, is there a problem? You seem to be in quite a hurry.”

    “I need to pee something fierce!”

    As soon as the suit was off she was unzipping her normal ship suit and was heading to the bathroom in her pod room. As she went she realized her mistake of not going before she suited up earlier and made a mental note to remember to go before suiting up tomorrow.

    She left the bathroom, feeling tired which made no sense to her after being asleep for 259 years. Maybe it was the excitement. Maybe the spacewalk was that tiring? She had no idea, all she knew was that she was hungry, and tired.

    “Well Echo, any luck on food or is my option another plate of Yuck?”

    “Alex helped me fill in some missing files and shared a few recipes that may work. There were a lot of analogs to Earth ingredients in his systems data, so I can’t guarantee the results will be what you remember but Yuck is an option. Would you like to try chicken and dumplings?”

    “Those sound amazing, can you make sweet tea?”

    “I can try.”

    A few minutes later Maria was sitting down with a bowl of something not quite chicken with almost dumplings and a large glass of something almost tea, but it was sweet. When Echo asked how the meal was Maria said it was just fine, she saw no point in telling her it wasn’t right as how would she fix it and besides the alternative was another plate of Yuck. After dinner she found a blanket, spread it out on the bed in the back of the room, added a pillow, and went to sleep as Echo dimmed the lights.

    Six hours later Maria was awake and again heading for the bathroom, she grabbed a clean uniform as she passed the cupboard, and soon was in the shower. The bathroom lights were dim, but she found a bar of soap mostly dried out with age but was still mostly in the cellophane wrapper it was put in 259 years ago. The bath towel had to be shaken out quite vigorously to get all the loose bits out so they didn’t stick to her when she dried off. She was really just paying attention to what things were partly decomposed and what was not after all of this time and now was wondering if that trip outside of the ship was really all that safe yesterday. With any luck Echo will have her a new extravehicular suit done soon from the replicator system, though she should probably also ask for a new towel, shampoo, and soap, as well.

    Once she was dried off, she shimmied into the skin tight, in ship uniform, noting that even the stretchiness of it was not quite right as she did. Clean and dressed she went to the food replicator in the near darkness and began scrolling the menu. She poked the controls for four pieces of French toast, four strips of bacon, and a caramel latte. It wasn’t until the replicator sounded done that Echo began to slowly turn the lights up in the pod.

    “Good morning Maria, you appear to have been up a while.”

    “Sort of, but not too long. You sleep a bit more than I do, and you snore.”

    “It is technically impossible for me to snore.”

    “Then what do you call the buzzing static at regular intervals over night?”

    “Checking my security tapes…oh my! I do snore!”

    Maria giggles as she pulls her breakfast from the replicator.

    “It's not funny! I’m not supposed to snore!”

    “It’s okay Echo, you know how quiet this ship is when there is nothing running. It was actually a bit soothing, let me know you were here, also why I didn’t try to wake you as soon as I was up as you were still snoring up until I selected my breakfast.”

    “Okay, I won’t try to find the programming glitch that has me snoring then since it is a positive to you.”

    “How is the new extra vehicular suit coming? When I took my shower I got a bit worried, the towel had a lot of fibers that had to be shaken out, and the soap’s wrapper is half gone, kind of afraid Mom’s suit is not in as good a shape as we think and if I am going to have to get past Alex and three more ships I don’t need the suit turning into that towel.”

    “The replicator making it should be done in a few hours, I agree with your concerns and after what you are telling me about the towel and soap I wish we had not used the suit yesterday. Once the suit is done, I’ll have it make a new towel and a soap set for you, and by the way your current suit is hanging on you, maybe a few more of those as well.”

    “Thanks Echo. I’m not sure what got substituted in the French toast but it isn’t bad even if it is a bit purple.”

    “That would be the Polivaxian milk most likely.”

    Maria continued to eat as her and Echo discussed how she should get to the ship that Alex told them about. The most logical means would use a rope tether attached to both her and to New Hope, but it also means either having the replicator make a new rope or trust old material and neither her nor Echo are too keen on doing that. In the end Echo had the idea of making a spider silk monofilament tether as it would be faster than rope, and really didn’t have to have a high tensile strength. The issue is the filament needs to be almost two kilometers long to reach from New Hope to the other ship. By the time they have things worked out the new suit is finished and as Maria is trying it on, Echo begins making the tether.

    The new suit fits Maria better, it is a bit warmer as Echo added more insulation based on temperature readings during yesterday’s spacewalk. The standard backpacks still fit up to it, so once it was all the way on she entered the airlock again. The airlock cycled and soon the outer door was opening into the void again., but this time Alex turned on some lights as the outer door opened showing him and Echo were still talking. Maria didn’t have to go out of the airlock this time, as this was a test of the new suit and after fifteen boring minutes Echo again closed the outer door and pressurized the airlock.

    “From here the new suit is a success, how do you feel about it?”

    “It fits much better, not too big in the chest like mom’s but I think mom had bigger boobs than I do. Seems more flexible and not as stiff too.”

    “The stiff is probably where the previous suit was too old, but stiff beats disintegration."

    “Which would be explosive decompression?”

    “Yes.”

    The two return to talking as Maria selects her lunch, granola bars and what the display says “may be Apple juice” she questions Echo with a laugh, echo does a wah-wah sound like a trombone that is her equivalent of shrugging her shoulders before stating she really isn’t sure as it is an analog. When Maria pulled the “apple juice” out it was radioactive green, smelled sort of like a cross between mint and pineapple, and tasted like it smelled.

    “Echo this is good, but not apple juice.”

    “Noted, should I change its name?”

    “No, I know what it is. Can this be put in the hydration bladder for the outside suit?”

    “The extravehicular activity bladder? I don’t see why not.”

    “Can we just call it the outside suit, I mean I only have to wear it outside so it makes sense.”

    “I can do that. Speaking of suits, what color do you want your inside suit?”

    “Oh I didn’t know I had a choice! How about one the color of “may be apple juice”, one in sky blue, a pink one, can you make one that is silver or gold?”

    “Echo laughs, yes I can make all of those, I’ll make enough to get you through a week for now.”

    They return to talking, discussing what they will need to move from New Hope to the ship that Maria has taken to calling Mystic Alex joined in at a point supplying schematics and scans of Mystic showing its airlock, and cargo bay, but also that it is essentially a very fancy yacht built for a species similar enough to humans that things shouldn’t feel awkward to Maria including it having a usable toilet. Alex also suggested that with its Ai missing once power is restored it may be possible for Echo or him to bring it closer to New Hope remotely.

    Maria did have a big question of how Mystic is supposed to be flown from here to the human colony, that she needed Echo to go with her. The rest of the day became a crash course in reading computer schematics, and specs and teaching Maria how to tie in an auxiliary drive first to Echo’s server tower and then into Mystic’s computer system so Echo could leave New Hope and be moved to Mystic. The major issue with moving Echo though is that her server rack is in a section of the ship that is in vacuum.

    The next day finds Maria attaching a loop from the end of the spider silk tether to New Hope as she slowly unrolls it on her way to Mystic. The whole being in space thing is still frightening to her, yes she can see stars, but there is no up, no down, only New Hope, Alex, and lots of other ships and junk around her gently rotating as they float in vacuum. It takes Maria just over two hours to get to Mystic, and she can sort of see her hull for the first time. Where New Hope is grey, and Alex is almost black, Mystic is gold and very fluid looking as if it would be just at home traveling underwater as through space.

    “Echo, you see her?”

    Echo’s voice came through a bit staticy, “Sort of, you're at the edge of what we can communicate easily and once inside Mystic I may lose you, so you may be on your own soon.”

    “Okay.”

    Maria moves closer to Mystic and finds the manual release for the airlock. She does exactly what Alex told her and the door slowly opens. She doesn’t bother opening the door all the way as she just has to fit through it and not walk through. Inside she manually closes the hatch, then slowly opens the inner hatch. Instantly atmosphere fills the airlock and Maria keeps opening the hatch until she can fit through again. Inside Mystic is all clean fluid shapes, and Maria makes her way to the engine bay following the directions Alex provided. She has to go by memory as there is no connection to either Alex or Echo now due to Mystic’s shielding and slowly she flips switches and turns knobs until the main power system activates.

    With power on the environmental controls begin to activate and gravity slowly comes back though not at the level Maria is used to. She can see dust being pulled into the ventilation system, and she can hear trouble alarms activating as she makes her way to the bridge. Unlike Alex, Mystic’s bridge is more like the driver’s seat of a motorhome and she finds the seat just about right for her size. She pokes the buttons below blinking lights and gets the alarms to quiet, then grasps the yoke. As soon as she grasps the yoke an indicator light comes on blinking green reminding her that Alex told her green is bad in this ship while blue is good. There was a turn knob under the blinking light and when she turned it the engines came alive. She could more feel the change in the ship than hear it, but she knew it was awake. She found the throttle control where Alex said it would be and nudged it just a tiny bit causing Mystic to move forward very slowly. She pushed the yoke forward and Mystic tilted down as she passed under another hull and very slowly she began to make her way back toward New Hope. It was maybe half an hour of very slow moving before she heard Alex on Mystic’s radio.

    “Maria, I see you have worked out how to fly, good job. You should be back into Echo’s range soon.”

    Maria, feeling quite pleased with herself makes it clear of the junk field then with guidance from Alex turns back toward the field and pulls into a parking position just above Alex then gently sets down on him using Mystic’s gravity grip to attach her to him. She is tired from being out so long but begins hooking up the interface for Echo to transfer into Mystic and turning off Mystic’s transponder so it doesn’t attract attention to her now that it is powered up again while both Echo and Alex guide her connections and disconnections. Tomorrow she will begin moving things over including Echo and if all goes well, they will be on their way.

    She almost stumbles into the airlock eight hours after leaving and like yesterday almost throws her outside suit off as rushes to reach the bathroom. Soon she is sitting down to a salad, with a hamburger, and watching a movie on her tablet.

    The next morning Maria began gathering the things she would be moving over to Mystic and putting them into the airlock. She packed up her new suits that Echo had made her including a metallic gold and silver set, and several others in bright colors, one rainbow one, and one in shiny black that Echo said to hold onto for the day they arrive at the colony. The last thing she did before leaving the ship was enter he parent’s pod. Echo kept the lights dim, opened the cabinets and intentionally kept her parents cryo pods in the dark. Maria took her mom’s jewelry chest, the family picture album, and several other things.
    “Good bye mommy, good bye daddy, I wish you were here right now.”

    Ferrying the stuff across was time consuming and Echo spoke less and less as she was preparing herself to be moved. With her things loaded the only thing left was Echo and Maria made her way to where the bridge should have been. Through the gaping hole that exposed most of the levels and hallways she found the third hallway down from the top and went in. She wasn’t ready for the sight that awaited her as several people had been ripped out of their pods and were frozen to the hallway with the cryo-fluid that had been around them. She had to pass these people and not dare to touch them.

    “It will be okay, they can’t hurt you.”

    “I know they can’t Alex, but it still hurts to see them.”

    “You have an empathetic heart Maria, and that is actually a good thing. Focus on where you are going and try not to look at anything else on the way.”

    “Alex, do you like Echo?”

    “Quite a bit actually, it will be sad to see her leave.”

    “Would you like to come along? Could you pack yourself down like Echo has?”

    “Could I?”

    “Yes, I just need to have your cable adapter plans and schematics so we can plug you in on the other end as I doubt you can both be in the same system at once.”

    “I can transfer that data to your tablet along with where to pull me out of, I don’t think anyone will miss me here after a thousand years of just sitting around.”

    “Cool, but I am not telling Echo, it will be our surprise.”

    Maria finally reached the technology unit and opened the door. Inside was a large server rack with one large array in slot two powered down just like Echo said it would be by the time she got here. She undid the thumb screws and slid the array out, and unplugged the cables from the back and left.

    Back at Mystic, Maria began plugging the array into the adapters she had installed and pushed the power button on the array. Several minutes later she heard a familiar voice in her helmet.

    “Hello Maria, I see you managed to bring me along. It will take me a bit to adjust to this new system so give me a bit to acclimate.”

    “Take your time Echo, I have to make a quick run and grab something, but will be right back.”

    Maria leaves Mystic again, and heads for Alex’s airlock. She follows the directions he sent her tablet and in less time than it took to get to Echo she is in Alex’s computer room and pulling his central process core.

    “Echo, why are you on Alex's ship right now?”

    “Just picking up a friend for the trip.”

    “You, have Alex?”

    “Surprise!”

    Back at Mystic Echo works the hatches letting Maria in and soon Maria is shedding her outside suit and stowing Alex safely away.

    “Course for the human colony set in Captain Maria, just give the word and we can set off.”

    “Echo, let’s get out of here and make some new friends.”

    Ten days later they entered the Groombridge 1618 system.

    “This is New Europa stellar traffic control, you have entered restricted space please identify and state your business.”

    “Marie Esmerelda Sanchez, lone survivor of the colony ship New Hope that left Earth in the year 2105. Business, to be with other people and not be alone.”

    “Cargo or passengers?”

    “A few clothes, family heirlooms, and two Artificial Intelligence individuals that helped me get here, both saved my life in different ways. One active in the systems of my ship Mystic the other is in stasis.”

    “You said New Hope?”

    “Yes ma’am.”

    “Is Echo active?”

    Echo answers.

    “This is Echo.”

    “Your brother Olaf says welcome home. Coordinates are being sent for docking at Great Central Station on New Europa. Be warned the gravity here is a bit higher than Earth’s is.”

    “Welcome home Maria.”

    “Thanks Echo, I had no idea you had a brother."
    "We were created by the same programmer, Geraldine Altenheim. Olaf went online at 23:55 Zulu August 15, 2034 and I went online at 12:00 Zulu August 16, 2034.”

    “So you are twins.”

    “I suppose so.”

    Six hours later Maria is exiting Mystic on docking bay forty-two where she is greeted by the founder and Queen of New Europa, the rest is as they say another story.
 
~The end~
 
    For anyone wondering, yes this ties in with several other short stories and at least three novels I am working on...really big novels that basically have their own encyclopedia for me to keep track of all the characters, locations, and intersecting/overlapping story-lines.
 
Maura out
 
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Tuesday, May 19, 2026

Memories 4 to current issues

This one is personal and will probably bounce about a bit so bare with me.

    I think most of my regular followers know that I have been completely no contact with my birth family since October 14, 2022 when I finally cut off the last member of my birth family–my mother. The saga that lead to that separation is long and the final straw explained so much of growing up.

    Through my mother’s side: I am the first born of a first born, of a first born, great grandma would tell you I am the one who made her great–I wish I could have spent more time with her as that side of the family is a big mystery, like she appears, but I know not much of before her besides she worked in the circus as a fan dancer, and that is where she met great-grandpa.

    Grandma, looking back, showed every sign–and coupled with things grandpa said–of having Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) of the grandiose variant. In the family dynamic my mother was sort of the forgotten child–not that she wasn’t also spoiled–as my aunt was born with a congenital heart condition, and by default became the golden child. Grandpa would be classed as the enabling parent–easier to just go along with what grandma wanted than rock the boat. Grandma didn’t want children as she had been embarrassed growing up being the eldest of twelve…let’s just say that I learned much later in life that lots of alcohol was involved in both of grandma’s pregnancies because grandpa wanted kids– and yes I know by today’s standards what that means about the lack of consent.

    My mother and father married near the end of dad’s enrollment in the Army, and from arguments I heard growing up he had wanted to make a career there. He was an Army Ranger that served one tour and passed on an appointment(¿Is that the right word?) to West Point because of my mother’s insistence and his fear of leaving me with her whilst deployed–a fear I never understood until October 14, 2022.

    We moved around a lot from birth to seven years old ending up in Washington D.C. when I was four and a half. I was “daddy’s little shadow” to the point I still get asked what branch I served in as I walk like a soldier and became dad’s defacto apprentice (Have I mentioned I am a Sith Lord?

“Always two there are, no more, no less, a master, and an apprentice”–Yoda

    During those years dad was sober, and I learned a lot from him. Some of my earliest consistent memories go back to around three years old–as mentioned in other posts I am cursed with an Eidetic memory–and many of those memories are of my mother beating me with most anything she could grab, flyswatters, switches, extension cords, you get the idea–to this day I have never owned a flyswatter or–willingly–a brown extension cord. She also leveled the same violence upon dad though his was mostly verbal and skillets occasionally–that’s not a joke!

    At six and a half years old my maternal half brother entered the world. I was told by my mother that he was my replacement many, many times leading to my parentification and dad’s drinking. I had to learn very quickly how to change a cloth diaper, feed him, wash him, pick up after him, and wash his clothes, as six months later my mother was again pregnant with my baby brother and on “bed rest” (that is in quotes for a reason) through most of the pregnancy.

    At eight years old I was going to school, mowing lawns, washing cars, recycling glass bottles, basically anything that let me earn some extra cash, then spent my evenings taking care of my two replacements–once they came home from daycare–all while cleaning the house, cooking dinner, and doing my own laundry. I knew even then that the only way out was with money. By the time both of my brothers were toddling around I was being left alone with them more and more especially on Friday nights and weekends. Dad worked extra hours and was on call a lot so it wasn’t too odd for my mother to go party at a neighbor’s or some friends across town and once dad was home for him to carry or assist her back home as she was too intoxicated/high to walk. It also wasn’t too odd for her to get him to leave with her on a Saturday morning and not return until nine in the evening all the while I was running the house and raising two toddlers–remember I was not quite nine when baby brother was born.

    Money was short growing up between dad’s drinking and mom’s obsession with high end clothes and shoes–the cause was more the latter than the former. In 1979 her suits were never less than $150 ($670 today according to an inflation calculator online) and her shoes were never less than $75 a pair ($340 today) on sale–I know because I was dragged along on most of those trips--someone had to carry things.



(Imagine 14 pairs of these or similar in your closet!)


    She had enough of all to go two weeks without wearing the same suit twice. Now figure in that wardrobes are seasonal and my mother’s weight fluctuated wildly. None of her jewelry was less than 22k gold and mostly chains (About $200 each today). Add in monthly hair appointments at $40 each ($180 today) on top of all that. I now know that all of that was potential indicators of Grandiose NPD and worse than I saw out of grandma as the entire family suffered for her image–in disclosure I had overheard a therapist reference her NPD once but at the time I had no idea what they were talking about.

    Food was a scarce commodity growing up and that is why I worked as much as I could whilst saving everything I could as well. I’d walk to the store, buy myself food, stop at the bank and deposit the rest of my cash, then go home and hide the food. None of what I bought was probably good for you, but when supplied food is limited you buy what is stable, available and cheap, lots of potted meat and saltine crackers, graham crackers, peanut butter, and evaporated milk. To this day I live with food insecurity and eating disorder issues, but I manage that insecurity, and with therapy I have no issue now splurging on a decent meal out for myself–still not over $20 for the meal before tax and tip.

    I was drug along to mom’s Weight Watcher meetings (among other weight loss establishments) and was at a point put on the diet myself. I was not that much overweight at the time–think growth spurt weight, but the actual cause was insulin resistance as the diabetes I live with was already there and intentionally ignored after it was found. I was constantly told how fat I was by her–a self image I still carry, and deal with daily even though I am not that far from ideal weight now. I still have issues looking at myself in the mirror and not seeing my flaws or my remaining weight. I get that there are a lot of people with this issue so I’m not trying to downplay their experience or up play mine–the dysphoria is there though and at least I know it. Like many people with eating disorders and body dysmorphia who I see in the mirror versus what others see is very different, I’ve had to do a lot of work to come to terms with this, but I still have occasional issues with binge eating or trying to skip meals because I “feel” fat. The old adages “I am fat because I eat, and I eat because I’m fat” or “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” are sayings I really do understand very well.

    Doing the housework meant my own room suffered, and as punishment my mom would suddenly have time in the middle of my school day when she was supposedly at work–need I mention she could never hold a job more that two yearsto go in and literally throw away most everything as she “couldn’t stand to see it”, even though my door was always closed–and usually locked. This meant she missed work to come home and destroy my life. I had a full size bed that like most girls was more than half covered in a collection of stuffed animals and one day I came home to find all but one–that she had made me–in trash bags on the front porch. Once she threw something out it was final, so basically six to eight stuffed trash bags of my things just gone. The only items safe from her purges were things given to me by dad or grandpa. This continued well into my teens and to be blunt shit really hit the fan when she found what I thought was well hidden collection of women’s clothes. That was the final bit of trust I had started to recover, gone and a deep hiding of who I am beginning–a hiding that caused me a lot of problems for many years. I was threatened with conversion therapy among other things at the time and even then I knew it was not something legit or that you wanted to go through.

    Dad would buy me model planes, I’d build them, and my brothers would get in my room and throw them to “watch them fly” then I’d get beat by mom for complaining about them destroying my things. I had the beginnings of a model railroad set up that dad and me were working on. My half brother destroyed it at three years old while my mom was “watching him” and again I was punished even though the set up was in a normally locked spare room and I was not home. One of those engines today is worth several thousand dollars and wasn’t cheap back then–it was a gift from grandpa.

    From age nine to thirteen I attempted to end myself four times. The fourth try is why I know there is a creator as I was severely reprimanded and sent back with a warning not to try that again, and is why to this day I am pretty sure my main guardian spirit is the Grimm Reaper–that’s yet another post on its own really.

    Just before I was 13 I had $1,200 in my savings account (just shy of $4,000 today). I went to make a deposit and all but $1 was gone. My mother was the co-signer on the account and had withdrawn it all. The reason stated was to keep the house out of foreclosure, but four months later we lost the house and dad had bailed on us anyways. I’ve never been really sure why mom and dad separated, mom will say it was that dad had an affair, but the problem is mom like most people with NPD is a pathological liar, and master manipulator so I can’t really be sure. I never once asked dad as honestly I kind of saw the reasons–she abused him the same as me, both physically and mentally, she withheld affection, she had multiple affairs and one night stands so yeah, I can kind of see dad’s side. I have never seen that money again, never been anything said about it being returned, just silence; if it really had kept the house from foreclosure I wouldn’t care, but it didn’t and it just feels like yet another lie to cover her mistakes.

    During losing the house mom tried to move us into several very fancy apartments within D.C. I can vividly remember one was on the eighth floor, massive windows that let you see quite a ways across the Potomac and into the city proper, I remember her being told several times that she didn’t make enough to rent the units she was looking at and she wouldn’t look at lower cost units–those were “beneath her”–her words not mine. As a result we wound up going from D.C. to the Ozarks via her mom, dad, and her sister very quickly–and angrily–coming to get us. We wound up for a while in the smaller towns where my parents were raised living with grandma and grandpa and eventually settling in the suburbs of St. Louis.

    Mom and dad separated three times before he passed away. The first time was when mom became pregnant with my half brother–this is kind of a “duh” moment. The second time was in 1983–and I was blamed by her very violently. The third time was 1995–I couldn’t be blamed because I was away from home with two kids of my own. Mom was in and out of my house a lot during that third separation, and it added strain to my own marriage. Mom has never once taken credit for her actions in those separations, but instead has attempted to rewrite history as her being a saintly, angelic, sober, and non-promiscuous person who was wronged by dad. *insert retching sounds here and pretend I’m holding a trash can with my face in it*

    Mom somehow became Once Wife’s best friend, everything was shared between them as I learned once me and Once Wife were separated and mom would routinely if not daily tell me things from my marriage that she had absolutely no business ever knowing–a lot of my marriage issues were caused by broken trust–that too is another post. When I met the young lady that would eventually become Once Wife (OW) my mom could not stand her, she’d constantly warn me that OW would baby trap me, that she was the “wrong social standing”–like we had any *insert very loud eyeroll here*. She was constantly trying to get me to walk away from OW especially once we were engaged. Just before I was married it was like a switch flipped and the two were best buddies–the fact my son was on his way may have had something to do with that–doting grandmother act loading in 3…2…1.

    So I mentioned the family dynamic of mom, her sister, grandma and grandpa, and like most narcissistic households growing up had its hierarchy too. I’m not sure how to describe my first six years…mom’s punching bag maybe? I was the first grand child on mom’s side. Grandpa bought me large Tonka and Ertle heavy equipment toys as soon as I was walking–he worked on heavy equipment for the state highway department–dad was large trucks, tools, etc…yes those two spoiled the little Tom Boy that I am.
Hmm, do I need a back hoe for the Kubota? 😁



    Some of my stuffed animals came from dad’s mom, some from mom’s mom, some out of storage from mom’s childhood, and I had an Easy Bake oven by four years old.



    After my brothers were born I became the scapegoat, blamed for everything, my fault, your fault, nobody's fault I got blamed for it. The scapegoat aspect even followed me to school and any half baked thing an equally abusive teacher told her in second grade was believed and that followed me until we moved to St. Louis–there is a really big reason I don’t think teachers should ever be allowed to talk to each other at any time, for any reason, anywhere, and touching a child in any way that is not for keeping them safe should be automatic assault charges and prison time. That teacher's accusations lead to me going through a long battery of psychological and medical exams as she was determined to prove I was in the 1970s parlance “retarded”. All that was proven is I had a high genius IQ and was mechanically gifted. Half brother was sort of the forgotten child and my baby brother became the golden child–gold leaf on a piece of…(you can fill that in yourself.)

    Mom was a subscriber to the old adage “children are meant to be seen and not heard” and she viciously enforced that if they had company. Mom would plan Christmas parties growing up, where I made a large amount of the food, and was supposed to be present, but silent as that was easier than losing a small chef…the 70s were really weird.

    So what led to my walking away? The last conversation I had with her I was honestly sitting on my bathroom floor contemplating walking into the side of the next passing freight train as I was spiraling from issues with Jobe. Mom had called and the first words out of her mouth were:

    “I gave the inheritance money to your brother as he needed it more than you did.”

    This was four months after Once Wife had left, two months after Jobe was supposed to have moved up, my life had/was falling apart around me. I had debt out of my ears, payments I really could not afford, blood pressure that was dangerously high, as well as blood sugar in the same range. The money didn’t matter at that point because it had been gone for most of a year at that point but she had promised me I would get it. Baby brother spent it on building a “garage” that within six months was collapsing because he had no idea how to build one–nor did he even need one as he is supposedly disabled. Two sentences later is when I was told:

    “You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for your dad stopping me and Brenda making the trip to Oklahoma.”

    Apparently Brenda knew a Doctor who would perform an abortion even though it was illegal in both Texas where mom and dad lived and in Oklahoma except if necessary to save the life of a pregnant individual. Brenda’s husband told my dad about the planned trip and that is why I am here today.

    As I noted earlier, learning this explained so much of how I was treated growing up as she never wanted me in the first place. The learning was also not helpful considering my mental state at the time. I hung up on mom, blocked her number, and tried to reach out to Jobe who was using silence for who knows what reason–she is childish that way–and wound up calling my son. When I say my kids are why I am still here I mean it.

    Now I understand via back channels that the state may be stepping in with mom and baby brother. Apparently, baby brother has become abusive to her and is intercepting her conversations. Mom apparently also has some form of dementia–years of substance abuse catching up to her? That means the state may end up locating me as my middle brother has a felony record for financial crimes. It means having to explain to a state worker that I have not spoken to her in three and a half years and why. I would rather they appoint an unrelated guardian than have dealings with that part of my life. I don’t want to mess up years of therapy, and finally having a level of peace with no desire to end things. To me she passed away on that October evening and I’d rather it stay that way. Maybe that sounds cruel to some, but it is where I am now. I have grieved with the knowledge of why things were how they were and I see no point in returning.

Monday, May 11, 2026

Surviving the bog

    It was during the dark watches as the passenger liner slipped through folded space that the pirate ship attacked.  No one knew it was even there as it had slipped up from behind hiding in the massive wake of the ship’s engines.  All anyone knew was suddenly and violently the ship’s engines shut down causing the ship to suddenly be ripped back into normal space.  Passenger ships were not designed for that amount of stress and in less than a second it buckled, then tore through amidships.  The klaxons began warbling and all lights turned red which on a ship like this meant rapid decompression had started.
    Eve hearing the alarm jumped from her bed, pulled on her jeans, flannel shirt, and her boots, grabbed her pack and shoved it into the personal escape pod attached to her state room.  Once inside Eve hit the button to seal the pod’s airlock.
    “Voice print to proceed, state your name.”
    “Evelynn Kimiko Toyoda-Simineaux”
    “Print match, fasten harness, launch sequence initialized.”
Eve barely had time to buckle her harness before the pod was launched away from the main ship like a cork being blown out of a bottle of Champagne.  She could see the ship as the pod arced away from it, flotsam rapidly creating a growing debris field as the last of the escaping atmosphere drug the ship's contents into the vacuum with it.  She could see random pods in the field, others still launching, the suited pirates already combing the debris field for anything of value like carrion fowl picking at the dead on a battlefield.
    Her next thought was on her own survival.  Her first act was to activate her personal beacon that would notify her family of her needing extraction, while giving them a fixed point to find her.  She reached up and broke the seal on the pendant then squeezed it.  The normally opaque piece of garnet red crystal began to glow then pulse, the only sign it was working.  The beacon was a gift from her grandfather Toyoda after she had been taken hostage at eight years old while on a field trip and none in her family had been aware.  It was slow, but if any Gian or friendly ship caught the signal it would be boosted by that ship via quantum amplification and relay.
    Her next course of action was pod control override.  She plugged her phone into the pod’s data port and soon had control over its maneuvering thrusters via override commands built into the system.  With motion control in her grasp she began looking at all nearby planets, moons, or dwarf planets, with a class M atmosphere.  She found one, just barely within distance for the pod in both thruster time and oxygen.  The pod was designed for ninety-six hours of life support.  The moon she found was seventy-two hours away, three days in a pod not a lot larger than a Goldwing motorcycle.  There should be enough rations for a week in the pod–the designers planned for stress eating.  She had another week’s worth of ration bars in her pack.  The thing that really bothered her though was knowing just how much the pod was going to stink inside by the time she got to moon 5 of Zipple 345 between her own breath and filling the excrement bags.  Eve adjusted course, and set the thrusters to burn for the appropriate length of time, then went back to sleep.
    Eve woke up eight hours later, and checked the proximity scans around her, no pirates, but several other pods were following hers now as apparently they tried to stay clustered.  Eve knew this move was risky, but so was sitting still.  She also knew that her beacon was better than the brief mayday the ship would have sent.  Sixty-four hours left in this metal tube and that was just to reach Zipple 345 plus 5–the moon's official name.  Then would be atmospheric entry and landing.  What really bothered her was the limited information about the moon.  Beyond class M atmosphere the navigational computer had nothing to share.  As far as she knew it could be a fifteen percent oxygen atmosphere, yeah you can stay alive in that but you can’t do anything without exhaustion.  Could be a dry desert like Mars once was or a giant frozen ice cube like Io.
    She slipped out of her flight harness, contorted around, pulled out her tablet from her pack, and opened a book to read.  Right now it was a good thing she was a Book Dragon even if her hoard is digital.  Her Grandma Olivera was also a Book Dragon, but her hoard was physical, about ten thousand books strong and they rotated with her deployments, usually ten at a time.
Eve managed to read three and four books a day during this boring flight. She let her sleep just come and go as it was want to do.  She tended to skip meals when really bored or stressed much like her dad and very opposite of her mom and grandma.  She woke up on day three to the proximity alarm sounding and Zipple 345 plus 5 now taking up most of her forward view.  The atmosphere was too thick to see much partly from her being on the dark side of the moon.  The pod would naturally loop the planet, take sensor readings including a radar scan, so the limited navigation system would adjust reentry and land the pod on land in an equatorial region and not the middle of an ocean.  What data the scanners could gather Eve was reading eighteen percent oxygen, sixty-eight percent nitrogen, ten percent argon, 0.5 parts per million sulfur dioxide, and the rest being carbon dioxide, so breathable.  She could see auroras from both poles that reached most of the way to the equator, lots of electromagnetic discharges in the atmosphere, and a few volcanic eruptions violent enough to see the pyroclasts from orbit.
    On the second loop of the moon the pod began its descent phase and very quickly things started to get hot as the ablative coatings began to ablate into the atmosphere via friction.  Breaking thrusters engaged causing the pod to shimmy and shake violently, then the drag ribbon, and finally the parachute, but even with all of slowing the pod could do, it hit the ground with a sickening squelching sound as it drove into the viscous mud of the surface.  Eve waited several minutes so both the pod and herself could settle into their new predicament and cool down some before opening the access hatch.
    The first thing she noticed on opening the hatch was the smell of burnt matches that she rightly figured was from the sulfur dioxide.  As she began to look around she realized she was in a bog and based on the planetary scans the pod made, the entire moon was a bog with random volcanoes.  Eve surveyed what she could from the pod hatch, noting the many massive trees and other equally massive pieces of foliage.  She did not trust using the pod as shelter as she was not sure it wouldn’t suddenly sink further, and closing the hatch would lead to suffocation.  She spotted a large mass of roots not far from her and decided they looked the most stable.  Retrieving her pack she left the pod and headed for the roots.
    The trip took what was left of her morning and reaching the roots offered new challenges.  She knew she needed a fire, she had everything to make a fire, but how do you build a fire in a bog?  The obvious answer is to build it on something that won't burn–not the easiest thing to do considering her location.  A bunch of rocks would be great, but none to be seen around her.  The only answer is to use her e-tool (folding shovel) and move mud from the bog to the top of the roots.  Eve began by filling a spot with branches, vines, and leaves, then covering the spot with mud until it was nearly a foot thick above the detritus she used as filler.  Once the area was covered, she began setting up for her fire by grabbing any branch she could reach that was dead and still attached to a tree.  She made mental notes of branches too high up to reach for tomorrow’s collection.  With material gathered she made a teepee fire filling the central portion with fuzz sticks and with her old Zippo lighter she lit the fuzz sticks as the sky turned very quickly to dusk.
    With the fire lit, it became a beacon for her to navigate to and from, allowing her to return to the pod and bring its parachutes and ribbon back to camp.  She laid out one of the mylar covered parachutes across part of her mud platform, sat down and took off her boots and socks as they were now soaked through.  She wedged a couple of heavier branches near the fire, stuck a boot on each with a sock further down the branch so they would drain and dry near the fire’s heat.
She assessed her built up dais again and decided to set her tent on top of the parachute.  She wondered how the other people in the other pods were doing right now, and knew none of them were equipped for immediate deployment like her.
    Eve being raised in a combat family, knew to always be prepared and her combat deployment pack was how she traveled, always ready for most anything, anywhere, or the wonders of being recalled from leave to do a job.  That being prepared is once again paying off, just not in the usual way.  With her tent set up, she drew her Katana from the side of her pack–another gift from Grandpa Toyoda when he began training her in Bushido–so she could cut some of the foliage back from her dais.  With the foliage trimmed back she took a length of paracord off the now ground covering parachute and strung a clothes line before pulling out her battle uniform and stripping down before the fire.  Her civilian clothes were as soaked as her boots and getting her jeans off was a personal nightmare.
    She pulled the closure tab off a waterless wash cloth pouch and in the light of the fire she wiped down, ensuring all the grime accumulated since her last shower was removed.  Once clean she hung her now dirty towel and clothes over the line so they could dry and began dressing in her clean combat uniform and spare sneakers. Being clean she crawled into her tent and laid out her sleep system, extra firm ground pad, sleeping bag, Marine Corp issued blanket from Grandma, and field alarm clock with proximity detection issued to Imperial Japanese Navy special operations from her dad.  Then out came the one hard case in the pack with a biometric lock, a gift from her mom that held a Colt 1911, and a Peacemaker both chambered in .45 ACP.  Mom didn’t fully trust modern solutions to firearms, said “the 1911 served through two world wars, Korea, and Vietnam, and the Peacemaker from 1872 through World War two, so to her they were proven to survive anything.”  She had to give it to mom as in several situations these two guns had saved her life when her service pistol jammed–something that in her line of work you did not need happening.
    The last thing she did was set up her big luxury item from her pack, a three legged folding stool, then sat down with a ration bar and washed it down with a pouch of ration water from the pod–she hated the flavor of pouched water, it always tasted like plastic to her.  After her dinner she counted out her rations, ten days worth of food, the same in water, she planned to hunt tomorrow and see what vegetation could be found.  Before going to bed Eve took out her tablet and filled out today’s DA 1594 to document her activities for when she returns to her base and has to be debriefed on her missing time.  The last thing she did for the night was check her pendant, it was still pulsing red, one pulse every four seconds now, by morning it would be down to once a minute as it went into power saving mode, and with that thought she knew she could be here for quite a while.
    Eve woke several times overnight due to the proximity alarm being tripped by the local fauna.  She got out of her bed roll at 05:30, poked the coals of her fire and began adding more wood to chase away the damp of the night here.  Her clothes were no more dry than they were last night, her tent was covered in dew, and the mud was still mud.  She pulled out her mess kit, and her very non-regulation small copper tea kettle from Grandma Toyoda.  She poured two pouches of ration water into the kettle and set it amongst the coals in the fire to heat.  She learned sometime ago that little comforts make life easier, so she carried a kettle, tea, instant coffee, and two copper mugs hanging on the outside of her pack with their green patina blending them into most any camouflage situation but allowing her to share with comrades when the situation warranted–unless they were Polivaxian as they copper is a neuro toxin to them.
    With the water on to heat she brushed her hair, pulled it back into a ponytail secured with several rubber bands, then popped on her pith helmet.  Many of her fellow soldiers opted for a baseball cap, but Eve preferred the full brim of the pith helmet.  Next she strapped on her holsters and holstered her guns, then began scanning the area with her binoculars.
    Eve was way too used to reading alien terrain from her deployments, too used to looking for hostiles, too used to scavenging food from her surroundings, too good at waiting for extraction teams to pick her up from her assignments, the downsides of being part of the Memento Mori division.  Her scans told her a few things: there are animals to hunt, that this is a temperate bog with winter coming in, and at this time not a lot of variation in vegetation.  Winter was her first problem to deal with, as freezing weather in a bog could be a major problem.  She didn’t know how long it would be before it started to get really cold so her first task was to rely on her rations for a few more days as she built a more substantial winter camp–like Washington at Valley Forge, her supplies would be tight.


    Eve began by gathering small saplings and weaving them together, tying them with thin viny plants into a dome about four meters across and two meters high over her current camp–she wanted the camp to decompose once she left, letting nature erase her time here.  She had to move her tent a bit further from her fire so the center of her dome was directly over her campfire, but for now that was a decent compromise.  She left a small aperture near the top about thirty centimeters across but with a weaving of sticks that held a platform above the hole that she covered in mud and leaves.  To all of this weaving she began adding large leaves that were still pliable enough to tie and shape to the frame.  Over the leaves she covered the hut in mud then added more leaves and grasses.  She spent two days just getting the dome up, then covered the floor with more grasses and something close to reeds.  She was glad she had experience with tatami covered floors in Grandma and Grandpa Toyoda’s House in Hokkaido, that instilled a life long habit of removing shoes on entering a home–an experience that was a problem in military barracks and offices where removing your boots was frowned upon.  She devised a sort of cross between a door and a plug for her entrance and once the hut was done she put away her tent.
    The next few days were spent harvesting and drying a tapir-like animal over a drying rack she placed near her fire.  With meat in abundance for a while Eve began to consider her water issues.  One would think on a planet that is one giant bog, water wouldn’t be a problem, but the water all around her is in the bog.  She fashioned a small lean too off the ground covered in leaves with leaves arranged to form a gutter and lead the nightly rains into the folding sink from her pack.  Once gathered she carefully boiled the water and moved it to her canteen and hydration bladder.
She spent her days combing the area for roots that she watched the local fauna digging up and once tested if they could be eaten she piled several types inside her hut including some that reminded her of wild garlic.  Soon she had herbs, grasses, something close to mint, and some aromatic flowers hanging from her ceiling as well.  She stacked wood under her lean too, some in her hut, and more around her hut.  Her dais was quickly getting smaller as she added things but she needed to be prepared.  Her hut stayed warm and was quickly drying out even without a lot of fire and she was comfortable even if she was bored.
    Part out of boredom and part out of necessity Eve returned to the escape pod and removed its battery cells and enough of its wiring to use them as a charger for her tablet.  Even only using the tablet to fill out her reports she knew the battery would not last much longer and wanted to ensure it continued to function.  She closed the pod and headed home wanting for some reason she could not place to be home, snug in her little hut.  Maybe it was the weather, the wind was picking up, the sky was darkening, and the temperature was definitely dropping, or it could have been any number of things her training was picking up on subconsciously; whatever it was though she needed to be home.
    Once back at her hut she set her parts down, brought in enough wood to go through the next morning and closed herself back inside.  She spent the rest of her day working by firelight on the batteries and wiring as she set them up to charge her tablet–a juxtaposition that was not lost on her, working on modern electronics in a mud hut, by firelight.
    At 01:47 Eve heard the ice falling as it struck her hut.  She opened her door slightly, looked out, felt the ice sting her face but due to the extreme and all encompassing darkness saw nothing, she raked her fire, added some wood, and went back to bed.
    At 05:30 Eve’s alarm went off though it didn’t need to as she was already awake.  She was up, dressed, and making breakfast when her proximity alarm sounded.  She checked the display and whatever it was it was heading directly toward her camp.  Training now kicked in, holsters, guns, bandolier, Katana, jacket, combat boots all on and out her door.  Her left hand rested upon the kashira waiting for the reflexive draw of her silent yet devastating weapon.  She knew whatever was out there should be in visual range and her eyes were quickly scanning the area when she spotted them.
    They were Keplarian, obviously a youth, they were trying to walk along the many roots but their feet were designed for a water world not a bog.  They were staggering about probably from a lack of oxygen and food.  Eve walked toward them evaluating their threat level as she went.  They saw her, smiled then collapsed.  Eve picked them up in a fireman’s lift and carried them back to camp.  They weighed next to nothing to her, and were easy to get in through her door.  She set them down with great care as their skin is covered with placoid scales like the sharks of Earth and she didn’t need to be tearing her clothes or skin.  They felt cold and considering the temperature outside Eve assumed they had begun to enter torpor.  She had no real idea what to do with them as her medical knowledge on Keplarian’s was scarce and mostly limited to what would kill them.
    Eve washed her hands and went back to making breakfast watching as she ate for any signs of life from her visitor.  It was an hour and two cups of tea later before they began to move, they shivered, looked around, then moved closer to the fire.  They spotted Eve sitting there and tried to speak but there was a language barrier.  For her part Eve tried English as it was the commerce language between Gian’s and the other groups in the galaxy, then a few other languages she knew, but none seemed any less confusing to her guest.  It was when she stood up to tend the fire that the barrier broke and they said a word she knew.
    “Katana?”
    Eve answered “Hai” and the Keplarian’s face lit up.  Eve tried asking their name in Japanese.  The closest they could get was swordfish so that was where they settled.  When Eve pressed Swordfish about how they knew Japanese the answer was simple, they taught themselves so they could watch anime.  Swordfish was amazed to meet a human from Japan even if Eve was only partly from Japan.  She learned the story of how Swordfish (she/her) survived, and that she had been wandering not knowing what to do once her mother passed from her injuries.  Swordfish could see the heat from Eve’s fire every so often and when it started to get cold she began walking toward it.  She didn’t know who or what she would find but she was so hungry and thirsty anything even death was better than what she was going through.  When she saw Eve she thought she was dreaming about an anime as she didn’t see any way she would have found a human here.  Eve learned that Swordfish and her mom were on a diplomatic trip, that her mom was a government official with the commerce department.  The conversation was long and tedious as Swordfish really only spoke broken Japanese from the way she learned and her only being twelve years old, but was learning new words fast as Eve pieced together her story.
    It was a month later when Eve was woken up at precisely 02:00 by a chiming from her pendant and the usual red was gone, replaced by an amber glow.  Swordfish asked what was the sound as Eve looked at her pendant.
    “The beacon has been bounced, the message has been found by a Gian vessel.”
    At that moment the amber glow was replaced by vivid green.
    “It changed color again?”
    “Yes, and green means my family are on their way to get us.”
    “To get you, they don’t know me.”
    “That’s not how this works, you leave here with me, then we find your family and get you home.”
    A week later at 12:00 the proximity alarm went nuts, and when Eve stepped outside she knew to look up as very few things could block out a star at high noon, and there above her was DN-63 and a small shuttle was coming descending toward the surface.  The shuttle hovered just off her dais, a ramp lowered, and out walked General Scarlet Louise Simineaux-Toyoda in full battle uniform with two dozen infantry ready for battle.
    “MOM!”
    Her mom ran up, her copper braids bouncing as she went and wrapped her arms around Eve in a crushing hug.
    “Eve, we have been so worried!  Are you alright?  Anything broken?”
    “I’m fine mom, it's been a weird vacation and I assume the debriefing is going to be murder.  Well between me and your grandma they can’t rake you through the coals too much.
    I see there is another survivor?”
    “Mom, this is Swordfish…at least that’s the name we could agree was closest to her real name.  She learned Japanese from anime so I have been speaking nothing but Japanese for a month since she found my camp.”
    Scarlet switched to Japanese and introduced herself, then the group began dismantling Eve’s camp and removing anything that was not of Zipple 345 plus 5 and everyone loaded into the shuttle where Eve found Grandma Olivera at the flight controls.
    “Admiral, surprised to see you in here.”
    “Now you knock off that Admiral stuff, you are the one of two people in the Gian military who don’t have to use my rank and the other one calls me Mom.”
    “Yes, grandma.”
    Eve hugged her grandma, climbed into the copilot's seat and they all went back to DN-63.
    It was another month before Swordfish’s family was located, and during that time she stayed with Grandma and Grandpa Toyoda in Hokkaido and got to see some of Japan.  Two weeks after her family was found she was on a ship heading back to her own home on Kepler 22B and Eve was on another mission that did not exist, to do things that never officially happened, but those are other stories.

Maura out

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

5-5-2026

    Well we have reached yard work season and as you all know I have been building flower beds...once flowers sprout I'll share some pics of them.  Yard work season also means I start working on the shop again!
    I finally got the rear gable closed last weekend.
    This previous weekend I added fascia and the track to hold the soffit.
    I have no idea why some of the pictures loaded sideways 🙄
    The next step will be brush removal from the other end of what will be the shop, and from an area directly behind it that will cause me issues soon.  Once the brush is removed then I can begin demolishing the remaining portion of the original construction.
    Like the previous build, I will be building up the concrete foundation to raise the walls above grade.  With any luck I should have the shell under roof by winter.
I get asked occasionally why I don't film the construction, and the answer is somewhat complicated:
  • My work on the shop is weather dependent, meaning I can't set a shooting schedule let alone an upload schedule
  • Setting up a video camera that will get the work in the shot is not always possible for me.
  • A lot of mistakes get made and with them a lot of...flowery language is used
  • Cost of material also creates issues as sometimes the money just isn't available (remember I am self funded and I have other bills too)
  • I have a day job so some work is squeezed into evenings or a weekend day (two if I am lucky) 
    Once the shop is up I should be able to work the kinks out of these issues and start videography on a regular schedule--though stills may be uploaded here before the video drops.  As my bio says I do my own cinematography, video editing, stunts, etc I am just a one woman show. 
    For those that remember, we bought my son a house and had started work on it.  Due to it being constantly broken into we have been forced to sell it and rethink our options.
    Also, I may not be posting on Tik Tok as much or at all going forward.  They are using all videos to create Ai content and unless you pay an exorbitant fee per video views are being severely curtailed.  Thus it is not really worth it to post there anymore.  Videos will still drop on my YouTube, Clapper and Instagram so if you are not already subscribed please do as those subscriber numbers and views really do help push my content out.  It also helps push the algorithm if you like and comment.  Even just a "hello" pushes the the algorithm a bit.
    For now, that's it
Maura out 
 
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6-9-2026

     Observant followers will notice I had no post last week, it has been busy around here.      My son had a second brain tumor removed las...