Adriel woke up to find himself sleeping on a wall and thanked whatever foresight for preventing him from completely unpacking, even after two weeks. His bag was on the wall too, three feet away from his head and upside-down, its zippers securely closed.
Blearily he reached out and opened the communications link.
“Medon to engineering. Medon to engineering. This is room delta-31, deck two, the gravity generator’s acting up again.”
“Copy, Lieutenant,” returned a voice. “The entire C section is experiencing difficulties, we’ll try to get it back on line as soon as we can.”
Knowing what that meant, Adriel cautiously began to inch himself toward his now-horizontal, still-nailed-to-the-floor cot.
Gravity returned suddenly. He tumbled off of the wall and landed face-down on the bed, the force of impact forcing all the air out from his lungs. His pillow thumped onto the back of his head.
“Section C gravity restored; repeat: section C gravity is restored.” Said the voice on the intercom, then, “Everything normal now, Lieutenant?”
Breathlessly shoving the tangled bed things off of him, Adriel grabbed for the link again. “Thank you, Sergeant.”
“Welcome, sir.”
He checked the time. It was only an hour left before his shift. Might as well as get up and get ready. A few minutes of searching revealed to him that one of his shoe now had been relocated to the top of computer (which was luckily held in place by its wiring) while the other shoe had, by some chance, mysteriously ended up under his bed.
He sighed.
So began another day.
Blearily he reached out and opened the communications link.
“Medon to engineering. Medon to engineering. This is room delta-31, deck two, the gravity generator’s acting up again.”
“Copy, Lieutenant,” returned a voice. “The entire C section is experiencing difficulties, we’ll try to get it back on line as soon as we can.”
Knowing what that meant, Adriel cautiously began to inch himself toward his now-horizontal, still-nailed-to-the-floor cot.
Gravity returned suddenly. He tumbled off of the wall and landed face-down on the bed, the force of impact forcing all the air out from his lungs. His pillow thumped onto the back of his head.
“Section C gravity restored; repeat: section C gravity is restored.” Said the voice on the intercom, then, “Everything normal now, Lieutenant?”
Breathlessly shoving the tangled bed things off of him, Adriel grabbed for the link again. “Thank you, Sergeant.”
“Welcome, sir.”
He checked the time. It was only an hour left before his shift. Might as well as get up and get ready. A few minutes of searching revealed to him that one of his shoe now had been relocated to the top of computer (which was luckily held in place by its wiring) while the other shoe had, by some chance, mysteriously ended up under his bed.
He sighed.
So began another day.
Incidentally I found some extra photos in my camera that I will get uploaded into my yahoo account in approximately one hour. Cheerios.
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