This week’s writing prompt gave me the whole page so it’s a little longer. I also got a little carried away when I was writing it, so I used a little more space than the lines provided.
Then I got a little more carried away when I wrote it down here, so the whole thing is a bit longer than usual 🙂
There’s a bit of cussing up ahead – I figured I should warn you since swearing doesn’t usually find its way onto this blog, despite my definite problem.
As always feel free to borrow the writing prompt if it speaks to you – I’d love to see your interpretation!
You are an astronaut. Describe your perfect day.
This was my second week stationed on PX1-385, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In my hand my scanner went nuts as I held it away from me, reacting to something not far from where I was standing.
I had thought this placement would be boring. Exciting, fuck yeah, but boring. I was one of the first people on this planet – a rock so insgnificant they hadn’t even bothered naming it – one of the first people to leave our solar system, but this was hardly a theme park. There was a reason this place had been deemed too insignificant to name. I was on a planet in the next solar system, but it was still just a rock. It wasn’t populated with hot, sex-crazed aliens, like I had always hoped it would be.
We – a small team of five – had been asked to scan this planet for any samples we could find. It hadn’t taken us long to realize that there wasn’t much to scan. This place was dead. I hadn’t expected to need the expensive excavation equipment we’d been given, but now it looked like I’d been wrong.
In my hand, my scanner was beeping and flashing like mad. Seemed we’d been wrong about boring, dead PX1-385. There was something here, something huge.
‘Michael? Mate, you gotta see this! My scanner’s gone mental!’
‘What?’ Communication through our suits was poor, but we managed. ‘Where are you?’ I quickly gave him the coordinates and made my way down the hill. The slope started gentle but I jumped down the final ledge. My scanner was loosing its shit. There was nothing ahead of me, so I turned around and nearly dropped the scanner.
A structure. A building. No life signs according to my scanner, but shit, somebody had built this. I didn’t care how quickly Michael could get here, I needed to get inside asap.
The outside of the strange structure was smooth. No windows, no doors, but odd latches stuck out of the material here and there. Back on Earth we’d all been taught what to do in a situation like this, unlikely as we had all thought it was. When faced with alien technology of any kind, be careful. It was hard to forget shit like that once it had been drilled into you. Who’d have thought we’d actually find something out here? Who’d have thought our professor wasn’t just talking shit?
Ignoring everything he had taught us, I touched the first ledge and the building began to crumble. A small opening appeared where the smooth surface receded into the ground, barely large enough for me to walk through but I had always been short. Michael, on the other hand, was a mountain of a man. He’d have to squeeze through.
Our suits were equipped with tiny flash lights, but I didn’t need mine. In the far corner a weak blue light flickered in its holder, and it was just enough for me to see the room better.
It looked a bit like a doctor’s reception room. There was a desk of the same smooth material as the walls in one corner, scrolls and things resembling books stacked up high in several places. There were smaller objects as well, kinda like memory sticks but clearly not memory sticks.
In the middle of the room a huge hole went deep into the ground.
‘Shit! What the hell is this place?’
‘Fuck, man, just what did we find here?’ I jumped at Michael’s voice.
“I have no idea, mate. Whoever built this, they were not human.’
Michael laughed. ‘Not human? That’s bullshit, man! What, you think this was made by aliens?’
‘Who else would it be? We’re the first people here, and we’ve only been here for two weeks. Are you telling me one of us had time to build all this in the time we’ve been here, without any of us noticing?’
‘No, man, I just- It can’t be aliens. I mean, where did they go?’
I shrugged. This whole room looked ancient, apart from the smooth surfaces everywhere and that odd blue light in the corner. They looked futuristic.
‘What do you think’s down there?’ Michael asked, and we both stared down the hole. I couldn’t even guess at the end from up here. Without thinking, I pulled out my torch and dropped it down the hole.
‘Man! What are you doing?’
‘Calm down, Michael, it’s just a torch. Did you hear that plunk? It didn’t fall too far, our ropes should be long enough.’
‘Oh hell no! Who knows what’s down there? I’m not crawling into some alien death pit!’
‘I thought you didn’t believe in aliens?’ His pissed-off glare burnt into my back as I tied my rope around myself and passed the other end to him. ‘Don’t worry, you’re not going down there. I found this place, and I wanna know what’s here exactly. Tie this up somewhere?’ Finding a good spot wasn’t easy since everything looked polished to perfection, even with the unmistakable air of decay and old age thick on everything.
‘Be careful down there, man. I don’t wanna get in trouble because you were an idiot.’
I smiled. ‘Noted.’ Then, carefully, I began my climb into the darkness.
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