Immortal in Space
The day was here. Finally, maybe this would all end. No matter how many times she’s been tried and “executed”, she’s kept coming back. Beheaded, impaled, vat of acid, sometimes all three, chopped up into pieces, drowning, thrown in to lava, etc. At this point she now literally yawns at all their attempts to kill her. Sometimes she’ll pretend to be dead to hear their cheers, then she’ll reveal herself and their cheers will switch to groans and cries of anger. But now they were trying something new. She was taken up into space after being blindfolded and roughly taken from her cell, into a space launch pad. Unlike her other executions this one was being broadcasted to the public. She was given an unenthusiastic speech by the president, detailing her life, any living family. Her handlers dragged her away from the president who watched her with lifeless brown eyes. Next she was taken in to the airlock room and handed a big pad of paper and a pen just in case she survived (she’d have something to do). Then the nicer of the two handlers, a young man with red hair and blue eyes, got right in my face, almost apologetically and said
“This time we aren’t coming back to pick you up, once your out there, your out. this is your final “execution”.” She gave no outward reaction, but on the inside, for the first time, she was freaking out. All alone? In space? Forever? The other handler nudged the redhead and motioned that they should leave. The red head looked at me once more before turning on his heel and following his colleague out. Now it was just me and that big pad of paper and pen. All of a sudden there was a fast count down of five, and next thing she knew she was sucked out of the airlock. First there was no air, she panicked, it took a while but she eventually got control of herself and let her self give in to it. It was always weird to be dead. It was nothingness for a while, a void of black. Then a jolt of electricity as she returned to life. She still couldn’t breathe but she had adapted to not breathing, just like she had adapted to being beheaded, or thrown in lava. As for the cold, that set in next, again she centered herself and didn’t resist, ignoring the instinct to preserve herself and she fell in to the darkness, only to return again. Now she was existing comfortably in space. At least she was till she bumped into something, which was already weird. When she turned to look, she was surprised that it was a shoe. What is a shoe doing out here she thought to herself? Next she saw the body. His face was icy and eyes lifeless. She didn’t want to but she used the body to push herself away. As she pushed away she felt another. She turned to see another body. She pushed off of that one too. As her eyes adjusted she started to make out the void of space filled with bodies, along the pieces of trash. It... was too many to count. All in various states of dismemberment. She figured pretty quickly that these injuries had taken place before being sent to space. But there was no mention of these people, which wasn’t like the government at all. So then what did these people do?
