The Mine

Posted on 01 Jul 2014 @ 11:14am by Reyn Trell

241 words; about a 1 minute read

There was something not quite right about this. But he couldn't really say what, or why. It didn't quite seem like his business either; to admit that it was more than the voices, more than the general sense of...being trapped. He didn't tell anyone that sometimes the mine seemed like its own entity, that it seemed like a city folded onto itself. Beautiful. But maddening. He kept these thoughts secret, just like the voices. Like everything else. Secrets were necessary.

He watched people with the knowledge of the changing times. He worked alongside them with the attitude that what you did now was what mattered. Because within seconds your life, their lives, could be ripped away. All you needed was one wrong move. One bad day. One second's hesitation. And it would be over.

Or the nightmare could just be beginning. He refused to contemplate it too deeply, the things that could and would happen if the shadows gripped you. You became paranoid in the dark. Little flashes of light to remind you that you are, somewhat, alive. If anything, that certainly qualifies as a reminder that you breathe. Which is more than could be said for the Starfleet personnel who had made it down there. Too tense, too many mistakes...Amateurs crawling around inside the rock. He was worried. About their safety and with it the mine and his own.

And yet there was nothing that could be done.

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