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Chapter 5: we’d been traveling for only fourteen days when the first shudder was felt. It was as if the ship had twitched. What I had learned were words about ships. I looked to the man I traveled with and knew we were in trouble. He was reconciling, knowing him as I had come to, he may as well have been screaming. What followed was a pop. It was not an explosion. I would be surprised to know of anyone who had spent any time mining who did not know an explosion almost by feel more then sound. This was not an explosion. it was a pop followed by silence and the sudden rushing sensation of movement. Traveling thru space, I had come to learn, was not like riding on a wagon. There was no sense of being out of sink with the increase or decrease of speed. No falling forward as you slowed or pressing backward as you started forward. There was only the seamless gliding thru virtually nothing but the time it took to travel. until you feel a shudder and hear a pop and suddenly feel as if you are careening thru some vast field in a big broken box with someone squeezing your chest and shouting in your ear. and as your eyes try to escape the orbit of your face you realize that the laws of motion were never suspended only concealed. What you also feel is nautious because you realize your box is freezing and you can feel it rending by its shreaking at you. also you feel vibrating thru the walls which you cannot pry your face or arms or body from because force and the moisture on your skin are freezing you to them. Then you are deafened as blood is forced into the reaches of your body nearest the wall. Then you feel nothing. Then you wake. Or then you don’t. I woke. others did not. |
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