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by HeartClutch on Mon Feb 08, 2010 6:25 pm
"We got something." A voice said, breaking Sophie from her train of thought. "What are you talking about? The scanners haven't picked up anything in days. It's a false alarm, I guarantee it." She had read logs and journals of the previous generations that had lived aboard the ship, and whenever something was found, the odds that it wasn't just a gas giant or a brown dwarf were slim to none. Maybe the builders of this ship hadn't realized how unlikely it was that they would have any type of success whatsoever. Sometimes she doubted that the ships even served a purpose, other than to prolong the The thought of the hundreds of bodies rotting inside this heap of metal made her shiver. She closed the door to her already small office, pushing out the flight officer that had brought the unimportant news to her attention.
She closed her eyes, looking for just a second of silence, but soon enough, her comm unit buzzed, and she answered. "What do you want?" Realizing what she said, she corrected her tone. "I'm sorry. This is Sophie Germaine. How may I help you?" She hated sounding like a customer service worker, (something she had read about in a book), but in her position, she had to sound professional.
"Ms. Germaine, this is officer Chang. There's a situation outside the clinic... and I think you should come down here." he said.
"What can I do? You're security, if someone did something wrong, arrest them."
"That's not it. There are three people here. From the lower levels. They seem to be protesting about conditions on the ship. This hasn't happened before, so we're not sure how to handle things. They've asked to speak with you. Ms. Germaine, please come to clinic as soon as you can."
"Alright, alright, I'll be there as soon as I can. Give me a couple minutes."
Sophie rubbed her eyes, and whined. "I'm too young for this job." She said, grabbing her regulation jacket and heading out the door.
She knew the entire ship like the back of her hand. After all, she did spend most of her day studying schematics and overseeing design and construction projects. It was expected of her. She wlaked through the cramped halls with ease, dodging between mechanics, technicians, and everything in between. No one looked at her different, like they knew of her position. Most of the residents knew the names of the department heads, but hardly anyone knew what they looked like, which is why Sophie could often go out dressed like anyone else.
She arrived at the clinic within a few minutes, and examined the situation. There were three of them, just like the officer said. All of them were dressed in nothing more than tattered rags held together by tape, and they were clearly from the lower decks. Sophie only got a chance to go down there every week or so, and from what she saw, she knew it was bad down there. She had been pushing for a massive renovation for years, but the resources needed for that just didn't exist, and most people didn't want to acknowledge that.
She approached the small group, who were shouting out sloppily-formed phrases that were probably meant to sound like slogans.
"Hello. A security officer called, said you wanted to speak with me? Is there a problem?" She tried to sound considering.
"Yeah, there's a problem. This ship is disgusting. Hardly any clean water, and the kind of food that we get, it's even worse. We want out. We figured out what you people are up to. You're gonna leave in this hunk of metal when you find a planet. You're gonna abandon us! The people that you don't need!" He stepped closer to her, causing her to suddenly feel threatened.
"Step back, sir. I can answer any questions you have on what would happen in the event a habitable planet is found. I can assure you, no one would be abandoned on the ship. Everyone here is important. Now, would you like to walk with me to the clinic? Well go get you looked at." She said in a reassuring tone. Obviously, this man was suffering from cabin fever.
"No, you're a liar!" He clenched his fist, and sent it flying into her face, forcing her to fly backwards a few feet.
Before she could realize what had occurred, the security officer grabbed the man, and threw him on the ground, silencing his yells. Sophie felt a trickle of blood run down her face and into her mouth. She spat it out, and walked straight over the man on the floor, into the clinic. "Last damn time I try to listen!" She hissed, trying to stop the blood from pouring onto the floor.
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