When they tell you that it’s not aliens….
Well, it must be aliens
Niel walks across the strewn field of boulders and sand. The warehouse is empty but him and a few props. The smell of the desert fills the room with a tinge of smoke.
“Hello, they trucked in all of Los Alamos. This is just crazy. I understand why Buzz is upset about it. We should have tried it in real life. I hate the promise the next one will be real.” Nielsen pushes a rock with his foot. His belief in the system a recent casualty. The American public seen them lift off days ago. Few saw them splash back down an hour later.
He waits as the curtain draws open. The lander prone on the Lunar surface. It’s stairs deployed. Thin cables hang down from the winches high above. The rest of the actors are in denial. But they are backstage waiting to swallow their pride.
A thin man in a black suit approaches Nielsen and hands him the space suit.
“Okay, let’s hear your lines Niel.” The man lights a cigarette.
“One small step for a man. One giant leap for mankind.” Nielsen drones on “Oh yeah. Houston, the Eagle has landed. Then the small step thing.”
“You need to put your heart in to it! We’re selling America here! The military already landed there. We can do it, but you don’t want to be another lunar corpse or a God Damn Hero!” The man explains on clear English.
“Buzz locked himself in the dressing room, sir!” A sickly private comes running to the man.
“Okay, we shoot the walking sequence first! Niel, you need to talk sense into him! Get dressed and climb in. We roll in sixty.” The man walks to a set of stairs connected to a boom loaded with cameras.
Inside the lander a sweaty Niel waits for the cue. His cables are hooked up. He’ll descend and then bounce to raise a flag. History made for TV.
“Okay, Niel open the hatch. Pause and descend slowly. Don’t look across the surface. Wait til right before you jump off.” The man voice fades.
A hatch opens. A single man emerges to crawl down a ladder. The pauses are prefect.
“One small step for man! One giant leap for mankind!” Niel says heroically and jumps to another world below.
Written as part of a challenge,
Three things to know about asteroids, certain death from the sky (eventually) – http://wp.me/p8CHb-pkx
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-21-2016/
“We hid it in a book! I’m telling you it here!” Gabriel raises his voice too much.
A strange sound comes from the side. A sound like a leak of air. “Ssssshhhhii”
Kevin looks to see the source. An angry elderly woman seems interested in them. The direct stare, he learned in the handbook shows interest.
Kevin smiles back. Then turns to Gabriel, “I’m telling you it’s important you remember we could be living here permanently. I like the extra technology of the last 70 years.”
“Calm down. Who in 1984 will understand Space-time symmetry? The book on it was almost science fiction. I remember leaving it here. Last October, well 2053. Kevin, you told me to place it where noone could easily find it….and look at us now!” Gabriel explains.
“Uh…you know his you like make notes in books. Tell me you didn’t write corrections on that book! ” Kevin hesitates. “We’re chasing a book through time for a reset code. It’s not on the shelf. Ok…..now what?!”
“Oh shit! It’s the number. It’s the book number! We don’t need the book…..Just the number.” Gabriel suddenly feels a bit smug.
“Ok. Genius, now his do you get the number of a book you don’t have!” Kevin is wondering of the consequences of murder in a different time.
“That giant wooden case! It has all these books in it…listed…almost like we do with computers. We go to the ‘S’ section and look up Space time symmetry!” Gabriel is jogging to the case.
“You’re an idiot! We could have done this from home.” Kevin wonders how this guy figured out the physics.
The radio fails. We knew it would. The phones we brought were ploys to make us feel normal. The large spinning rings passed us through to another place.
The science was clear. It would be another time but the same place. They told us to be back to the landing point after six hours.
That would be fine had we landed. But the wormholes don’t keep time. We are traveling. Our useless devices tell us ten hours have pasted. We were going into the future. Saving ourselves is never easy.
Two people harnessed into a sphere. Disappear in time. Someday, they will land. The future doesn’t depend on them just civilization. Cures are out there, they have always told us that.
Fog on another celestial body!