Sepia tones from the late afternoon light glowed through the portal as
Ella carefully checked her spacesuit before donning it. This would be
the first time a human had stepped foot on Pegasus IV. Ella felt some
awe, but she was more worried that she would fall flat on her face in
front of an inter-global audience. It was her first time to be showcased
on "Planetary Survivor," and she wanted to make a good showing.
"Check, check," said Roman, her audio-video specialist, and short-time
companion for this stint. It was his job to monitor the A/V feed, plus
to make the show better, he had already recorded her responses. This
show would be live video, not live audio. It was one less thing for Ella
to worry about.
Her main objective was to walk around on this brown-gold planet without
getting killed. Once she finished her contractual obligation, she would
have enough money to become a biologist. Then she would have a chance to
do some real science instead of this commercial version.
She took a deep breath, tasting the oxygen in her mask, and gave Roman a
thumbs-up. He pushed the button that opened the portal. She watched it
slowly go up, squared her shoulders, and walked down the ramp. Show
time.
Roman and the inter-global audience watched her square her shoulders and
walk down the ramp. The clump, clump added tension. She stopped, waved
at the camera, and then stepped onto Pegasus IV's soil. It was then that
the unthinkable happened. In stunned silence, they watched Pegasus IV
swallow Ella, silver space suit and all.
Roman hit the off button, and yelled into the microphone, "Ella, are you
okay." Nothing. In less than twenty minutes, Roman and the small space
craft were off and zipping around the planet. He had a feed to the
producers. All agreed that there was no way to rescue her. She was
probably already dead. The producers hoped it didn't cut into their
profits. Roman had a tear for Ella and in no time was off to pick up the
next contender and the next planet.
***
Ella knew she was in trouble after that first step onto the supposedly
firm soil of Pegasus IV. She knew no one could hear her screams when the
soil turned into quicksand. It didn't stop her from yelling, and
wiggling. And she knew it was all over. There would be no biology and no
science for this girl.
She hoped she wouldn't see her entire life flash before her eyes. It was
pretty pitiful and not very interesting. She was the last of her
family. They were colonists on Pegasus I and were still paying off the
debt. In other words, they were still serfs.
Because of her dreams, her entire family had died in a TV show called
"Who wants to be a tetra-millionaire? Death Match." At the time Ella had
been trying to get a loan or a sponsor for college. When she was
denied, she lost her dreams and her family in one blow.
As she sank further into Pegasus IV's soil, it became clear that she
would die either by crushing or asphyxiation. It wouldn't take long for
each of her ribs to break and then her lungs and heart to be crushed. It
wouldn't be long now.
"Goodbye, Ella" she whispered to herself.
The crushing stopped. In her head she could hear some whining static.
The tones when high and low until she heard a booming voice ask, "What
are you?"
"Aaiiee, turn it down." Ella couldn't put her hands over her ears.
Besides it was in her head. She could feel a pounding headache and then
silence.
A little more static, and then the disembodied voice said in a more normal tone, "What are you?"
Ella could feel some hope as she answered, "I am an organic life-based form from Pegasus I. I am human."
The silence lasted long enough that Ella lost hope, and then she heard
the high pitches and static as if something was trying to communicate
with her. "Why are you here?"
She tried to come up with a good line like they were exploring the world
for new colonies or they were trying to come up with some good science,
but all she could truthfully say was that she was on a TV show.
"I'm trying to make money," she finally tried to be truthful. "I wanted to be a scientist."
The ground opened up beneath her feet, the pressure built until she
could feel up to 6Gs of pressure, she fainted about the time she fell
into the laboratory. Two of the exoskeletons picked her up and carried
her to a small room.
For a minute, she could hear their thoughts even though it was in
machine language, one-zero-one-one-zero. It seemed she was going to be a
part of a new breeding program. This time they would get it right. An
organic life-form that was less aggressive and less discovery orientated
on a place called earth.
2 comments:
Whoa! Quite a twist, Cynthia!
TY I was thinking of a different deus ex machina when I wrote this. ;-)
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