Alrighty folks, here’s my entry for #shortstorysaturday, a sci-fi/space horror yarn that I wrote a few months ago (yeah, okay, I cheated a little for the first SSS but I really like this story so I wanted to share) called Eulogy. I hope you enjoy, please post yours and let us know here or on Twitter under the tag #shortstorysaturday. Thanks for reading!
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CLASSIFIED, EYES ONLY
**** TRANSMISSION C-101-988F ***START***START***START
Source: SS VALIANT – SECTOR 9F/11 ASTRO. REF. 2C – OFF MISSION – TRANSCRIPT.
(static)
Sig said we’d make it. All along he maintained that we were well trained, our systems were the best ever built and our resolve as unshakable. Even when everything started to go to hell he kept it up, reassuring us all that we’d be okay. We had food stores, water, air, everything we needed for them to mount a rescue mission and come save us. He really helped keep our heads on straight.
(coughing)
I ate the last of Sig a while ago. The hunger gnawing at my gut makes it hard to maintain the disposition he always tried to instill in us. Sig lasted almost as long as I have. It took me three months to eat him. The long term exposure to weightlessness had wasted his muscles away, made them tough and chewy. By the end it was like eating beef jerky, at least that’s what I try and tell myself. Does it shock you that I ate my commanding officer? What did you expect when you left us alone out here a hundred million miles from civilization?
After we ran out of food and ENCOM stopped answering our pleas for help Conners wanted to just vent the ship; said that it’d be best if we all just died together in the cold; said it would be fast and easy. Sig didn’t let him do it. I wish he had, Conners had the balls to do, not like me. I sit here every day now, alone, staring at that airlock; staring at the gun. One button push; one pull of the trigger, that’s all I’d have to do and end it but I’m a coward. Conners wasn’t a coward. He volunteered for an EVA and never came back. He just unclipped himself from the ship and pushed away. We watched him float off for a week before we lost sight of him, I still dream about him floating out there on a near parallel course with the ship. Just a tiny frozen ghost forever chasing a ship full of bones.
(silence, 154sec.)
I don’t know what they told you back there at home. Maybe they made up some story of us going down in the Martian atmosphere in a blaze of glory. Or maybe we suffered a massive catastrophe after we made orbit. The truth is we just plain fucked up. Dr. Bally made a mistake in his conversions, our approach slope toward Martian orbit was wrong, instead of falling into a nice parabolic orbit we slipped right out of the gravity well and slingshot ourselves toward the edge of the solar system. It only took the boys back home in Houston twenty five minutes to deliver what we already knew: there was no hope. Even with a full burn of all the fuel we had left we couldn’t halt the momentum we had and get us turned back around to make Martian orbit, or any other sort of orbit. We were lost out here in the cold.
Bally was inconsolable. All he could do was apologize. We didn’t really feel any animosity toward him, we knew this could happen. We all came out here knowing it might be a one way trip. He stopped eating after the first month, just hung there in the now useless science lab. After a couple days he stopped talking, wouldn’t respond to much of anything. We hauled him into the crew living areas but he was catatonic. He was the first to die. During the sleep cycle he pried back a panel on the HVAC system and cut his wrists on the sharp metal. We found him floating in a sea of his own blood. He’d written ‘I doomed us to darkness’ on one of the walls in his blood. It’s still there, faintly, but I can read it. I’ve scrubbed it off countless times but it keeps bleeding back through.
(silence, 12 seconds)
There are a lot of things that I can still see that I shouldn’t.
(silence, 215 seconds)
(sounds of someone moving about, unidentified items crashing around)
(silence, 2143 seconds)
The ship is full of ghosts. They talk to me in my sleep, whisper things in my ear that I don’t want to hear.
(silence, 7 seconds)
I know.
(silence, 14 seconds)
Not yet, I have to finish the story.
(silence, 8 seconds, sound of metal scraping on metal)
We put Bally into the science module then sealed it and shut down the heating system in there. It was my idea, even then when we still had a vain hope of someone coming for us and months of food left I knew there might come a day that we had to do the unspeakable. I didn’t intend to just starve to death once the food ran out. I don’t know why I wanted to live; even then just a month after we’d overshot the target I knew there was no hope. ENCOM was still talking to us, the delay getting longer and longer, telling us that they had some ideas for firing off a fuel system to us. Then something about firing the science module off back toward Earth. I could see they were all totally infeasible solutions; they were just paying us lip service to keep us from going off the deep end.
Sig held us together when ENCOM stopped responding after month 3, and until the food ran out at 4 months. We shared the last ration in the crew module, it was beef stroganoff and had too much salt in it. It tasted like ashes in my mouth but I’d give just about anything right now to have real food.
After it was gone Dr. Enbridge pleaded for Sig to do something. It was the first time he didn’t have anything to say. All he could do was hang is head and turn from us. That’s when Conners had the idea to flush us all out the airlock. We voted it down 4 to 3 after I made a somewhat impassioned plea to keep us alive. Conners took his little stroll amongst the stars the next day when the auxiliary water pump needed a filter change.
(static)
(silence, 118 seconds)
I killed Dr. Enbridge in her sleep five days after Conners went out the airlock. I held her nose and mouth shut with my hands. As badly atrophied as my muscles were I could still hold the small woman and keep her from thrashing about too much. I didn’t want her deteriorating too badly, the more muscle mass she lost the less I’d have to eat.
I let them find her the next morning. She was the only trained medical officer so nobody else noticed the signs of a violent end to her life. They figured she just expired from lack of food and the stress we were all under. That night as we drifted about I made the suggestion that we should eat Dr. Bally. Dr. Ko and Dr. Canton both disagreed. Ko made some sort of speech about us not being savages, that he wouldn’t go out like that. Lt. Kershner and Sig were both with me, survival instincts are bred a little better in the military men it would seem. We hauled his body out of cold storage and started taking it apart.
Eventually hunger overcame Ko and Canton and we managed to make Bally last for almost a month and a half. Dr. Ko wept every time we ate and while Canton held it together better it was very clear he wasn’t feeling very good about himself. When we pulled Dr. Enbridge out a couple days later Ko finally lost it.
Lt. Kershner and I were bringing her body out and found Ko waiting for us. He had an animal look in his eyes and was even gaunter and then I remembered him looking from that morning. He screamed something about us being animals, said he’d show us how animals acted. Before I could reason with him he launched himself at Kershner in a savage attack. They slammed into the side of the module and blood started leaking from Kershners head as they spun around, fighting in the weightless environment of the ship. Finally the young lieutenant screamed and Ko pulled away from him with a sizable chunk of Kershners neck between his teeth. Arterial blood sprayed the hatchway to the cold science module. Ko seemed to stare though me as he slowly started chewing the lump of bloody ragged flesh he held in his mouth. By this time Sig and Canton had heard the commotion from the command module and arrived on the scene. Canton did what he could to stop the bleeding but Kershner died quickly.
Sig tried to talk Ko down but he just hung in the corner of the room, coiled up against the hull looking like a snake about to strike. There was little humanity left in him, all he’d respond with were angry snarling sounds. We had a gun on board; Sig used it on Dr. Ko.
(silence, 168 seconds)
Ko, Enbridge and Kershner lasted the remaining three of us just over 6 months. It would have been longer but both Ko and Kershner had suffered from pretty severe atrophy. They all tasted different. I wish I didn’t know that that Enbridge had an almost spicy flavor to her, whereas Kershner’s flesh was plain and slightly greasy. Ko almost tasted like chicken.
(laughter, 47 seconds)
Ironic isn’t it?
(silence, 92 seconds)
I wanted to do it the day we finished Ko off. By that time we were all keeping to our own parts of the ship. Sig had mostly barricaded himself in the command module and I left Canton to the crew module while I keep myself company in the aft near the science module/food storage. None of us had talked in weeks, it was clear the others had gone mad.
Canton talked to himself full time. He drifted around muttering about environmental readings, something about plant life on the surface of Mars, and strange little rumblings about gas ratios in the air in the crew quarters. I was afraid he was going to do something stupid like vent the atmosphere into space so I figured I’d just get rid of him right away and get Sig and me something more to eat.
He was hunched over one of the computers in the crew consol and I was hanging on to the wall by my feet with a metal bar poised to crush his skull when Sig came out of the command module and caught me. Canton was oblivious as Sig pulled me in to the command module and gave me a stern talking to.
(laughing, 4 seconds)
He went on about chain of command and acting like a good officer. We’d been alone for over a year now. Everyone had to assume we were dead. I didn’t see any point in chain of command. I just drifted away from him and left him ranting to himself in the command module. Sig watched me after that so it was hard to kill Canton but I finally got him a week later. Malnutrition was getting to Sig more than it was getting to me so when he finally fell asleep one day I took the opportunity to slash Cantons throat with a scalpel from the medical kit. Sig awoke to the aroma of baked environmental specialist.
(silence, 1248 seconds.)
(unintelligible, sounds of whispering – see auxiliary audio analysis 1B)
Sig talks to me the most. I guess that makes sense. We were close; he’d been my commanding officer on several missions before this one. He always tried to keep the men and women under him safe so it only makes sense that he was the one that told me to cut off my leg. It was yesterday, or the day before? I can’t remember. Before I started broadcasting this tale.
He told me how to tie it off so I wouldn’t lose too much blood. Told me what saw to use that would best get though the bone. It was his idea to use the sample oven to cauterize the wound. The leg had almost wasted away to nothing anyway. It was hardly worth the effort in the end. At the most it has gotten me two days worth of food. I’ve been thinking about taking the other one off but I’m past the point of caring about staying alive.
(silence, 19 seconds)
Okay, okay, just let me finish
(clicking sounds)
Sig and I shared the last of Canton the same way we shared the last of the real food. We hung in the crew module for a long time him and I, just looking at each other. He finally asked me if I had the greater will to survive. I said I did, I couldn’t lie to him. He pulled the handgun that he’d been keeping on him since Ko lost his mind and just left it hanging in the air between us. He told me to end it, put him out of his misery he said. I couldn’t do it just then, it seemed too soon, too cold a thing to do. Truth is, I didn’t want to look into his eyes when I did it.
He went back to the command module and I took the gun. Sometime later that day cycle the acceleration hit me. Sig had fired the engines. Full blast. I was pinned to the wall for almost ten minutes before the fuel finally ran out and weightlessness returned. I rushed to the command module and found Sig with his head on the engine controls. The last thing he said to me was “there’s really no going back now”. I put a bullet though both his head and the console, I didn’t need either anymore.
(silence, 128 seconds.)
They’re all talking to me now, all at once like a mad jumble of words spinning though my head.
(silence, 12 seconds)
This ship is full of blood.
(silence, 37 seconds)
Dr. Xian Ko, Dr. William Canton, Dr. Taresa Enbridge, Dr. Enrico Bally, Lt. Marc Kershner, Lt. Gary Conners and Commander Sigmund ‘Sig’ Rasmussen. This is their eulogy.
(silence, 93 seconds)
Okay, okay, I’m doing it.
(silence 5 seconds)
(sounds of deep breathing)
(gunshot)
(silence 97 seconds)
(inaudible, whispers – see auxiliary audio analysis 3F, 4J and 12B)
***** TRANSMISSION ENDS *****
DATE: 8/18/2033
RECORD SEALED