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Story Post 1g: Gravity for the First Time

IT.  IS.  DONE.  I’m going to give it all a once over before posting it all together as one big post.  Or not… I may just put it all together as is and invite critiques before editing it.  For now, here is the end….





Her stomach seemed to pull back toward the pod, and the sensation confused her.

The darkness around them quickly retreated below, and though the water was still thick and impenetrable, Shmee could feel that they must be rising toward the surface. She gave another try at kicking, but it seemed only twist her body sideways around her sister’s limp body until a lifetime of habit took over and locked her legs. What kept her from spinning out of control in zero gravity gave her control in the water. If she kept her movements small, she found she was able to keep her body from twisting away. She kicked harder, struggling to push at what she still envisioned as the fabric of the water.

Perdie’s body dragged and tried to pull away. Shmee had taken a break from kicking to adjust her grip when her head and shoulders hit a soft ceiling. It pushed her back, bumping she helmet into her big sisters, and then held her their. She tried to twist toward it, but felt the same force that was helping her rise to the surface seemed confuse the motion, pushing her entire body to this new wall. When she tried to turn her head to it, she was blinded. When she tried to push away from it, her arm pushed through without resistance. With even less resistance than the sludgy water around her, her arm flopped wildly on the other side of this soft wall.

Shmee felt panic rise in her chest. Her mind struggled to understand what she was up against, this blinding wall of light that was thin enough for an arm to penetrate but was strong enough to hold her and Perdie in place. Her breathing roared in her ears and her head began to ache. She suddenly realized it had been a while since she’d heard radio communication from the others. Were they too far away? Were they also trapped against this wall? She didn’t know what to do, so she nodded down to try the radio anyway.

“Help!” Gasp! “Can anyone,” gasp, “hear me?” Gasp, “I can’t-”

“Shmee?” Romero’s voice crackled over the radio.


“I see you! You’re right next to the shore. Can you swim?”

“I can’t,” gasp, “move! Perdie’s…” Shmee wanted to tell him her sister was unconscious but her mind had already abandoned the thought in its panic and stumbled on to the next one, “stuck on the wall!”

“Okay, stay calm, I’m coming!”

Shmee was vaguely aware of a muted explosion, swallowed in a gurgling noise. The wall shook her harder without letting go, not with the rough vibrations she’d felt on the ship, but with a swinging, whiplash feeling. She’d never felt so helpless.

A large hand gripped her shoulder through the fabric of her suit. It pulled her through the wall of light enough to turn her head and body into it. However, instead of dragging her through all the way, she found her self just getting dragged along the surface. After a few blinks, Shmee’s eyes adjusted enough to see that the blinding light was in fact a solid blue. As she buoyed along, she recognized beads of water streaming off of her helmet’s mask. She turned her head to see the a suited torso rise over her. Their helmet was missing and she could just make out the ear and jaw of Romero.

She reached up weakly as she felt a gritty surface push up from behind her. Romero, now standing tall over her, crouched and turned away. Shmee realized he was helping Perdie. Then it hit her that he was also breathing freely without a helmet. The wall of light, the blue… she had reached the surface! She was staring at the blue sky!

Shmee struggled to sit up as the shallow waves rocked her, but thin as the air was compared to the water, she still bore down on her mercilessly. Her mind flashed to the hand of her sister holding her down to keep her from following to the engine room. She laid back and reached behind her head for the locks of her helmet. Icy water rushed in around her neck as she pulled it way, and her first breath of new world air was a gasp.

Romero turned and looked down at her concerned.

“Are you hurt?”

Shmee’s vision swam with tears as she looked up at the impossibly blue sky. The gravity holding her as the waves gently swayed her body. She could hear voices floating in the distance though the hushing of waves and wind. It was over. It was just beginning.

“It’s so bright.” She whispered.