He reached out again touching an elbow or a shoulder in an effort to stop or slow his fall - ZAP! Again the flash and the sudden rush of cold, stale ozone into his lungs and this repeated over and over till in one variation he found himself turning mid-fall in a race to the floor and that's when he saw the faces. He touched the shape in front of him as he went down in slow motion, his thoughts jumped in another bright flash and he was still falling but from an upright position again and gasping for breath once more as if the wind had been knocked out of him, as if the whole scene had been rewound. The sudden rush of air to his brain made him dizzy and he began to fall forward uncontrollably, reaching out to the closest body hoping someone might catch him. He was painted in a blinding white light and surrounded by others, silhouettes. He felt lighter, vulnerable, he touched his forehead and patted the rest of his body, he was out of his Spatium Suit, the oxygen tasted stale, metallic and cold. Then he stopped breathing again as he felt a hand firmly gripping his shoulder.the terror from only moments before returned.Ītom came to in a bright flash of light, inhaling deep and loud, squinting, gasping, panicking. Maybe he was asleep and this was just a dream or maybe he was unconscious still on the surface of this unforgiving planet, removing his helmet meant uncertain death. The alarm indicated there was substantial oxygen levels in the great room and he could remove his helmet.Ītom thought about this. He was in what appeared to be the Grand Astral Subterranean Port Hangar located hundreds of miles away and 3 miles below the barren dry soil of Gaia Secundus.was he going mad?Ī low volume alarm went off within Atom's helmet and he jumped again, reflexively he tapped it off. He observed ducts and exposed pipework, the room was large and went on forever, as did the replicants, hundreds of them. He turned off the night vision and activated the external lights of his helmet bathing the room in a moon like light. It took him another minute to realize they were him, all of them, dressed in the same, heavy radiation repellent undergarments he was wearing right now under his Spatium Suit. All around him stood men still as soldiers who fell asleep where they stood, but eyes open and staring straight ahead wearing no emotion on their faces and breathing not. It took him a hot minute to fully understand what he was seeing. He scanned from left to right with his Data Face, his helmets night vision automatically kicked on and painted his surroundings in an eery blue/green glow and for the second time in the last hour, Atom's heart skipped a beat. He now stood in silent darkness where only a drop of liquid reverberated every 30 seconds and echoed forever. His double was gone, or rather, he was gone, no longer standing outside on the planets outer surface. It seemed like 5 lunar days before Atom opened his eyes again. The solar winds died down suddenly and Atoms audible heart rate monitor climbed, sweat dripped down the tinted screen of his Data Face.then, the figure before him, standing less than have a lunar block away, began to charge. Atom stopped fast kicking up more red dust, the approaching figure did the same.
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