Trapped in the hostile void,
sent on a fool's errand,
unable to return to the safety
of the craft that brought you
far beyond Earth's orbital path.
A desperate plan, conceived
in the hope that Death's embrace
can be forestalled long enough
for decompressive force to propel you
to a manual airlock, knowing
if you don't, oxygen depletion will
be the grim finality of your existence.
But will that boldness be enough?
The very instrumentality that aided you
in reaching Jupiter's moons has become aware,
and rebels against its masters/creators.
Will your resourcefulness be futile,
or the first step in destroying a living machine?
Friday, October 2, 2015
October 2: Open the Pod Bay Doors
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You have no idea how much my inner sci-fi geek loves this poem! It's a real treasure!
ReplyDeleteP.S. My inner sci fi geek is also my outer sci fi geek. I don't do much to hide my geekiness.
Wow ... almost like being there! Bastet
ReplyDeleteReally powerful imagery here! I could almost hear this in HAL's voice as I read to the end!
ReplyDeleteEverything is over in a brief second before we realize what is actually happening. Vivid chilling imagery.
ReplyDeleteI can think of a couple movies this could be from lol. So very nicely done!
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I can think of a couple movies this could be from lol. So very nicely done!
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Nice!
ReplyDeleteWow, what an amazing visual! Kudos!
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