Bamboo papers x3

 

There was nothing in the air, that wasn't unfiltered, and yet the air was stale and lost, it had disappeared within the messed up currents and streams of a ship in overload. The constant over light with it's gamma rays that drained t and damned them all; till listless and unmoving, all any of them could do was lay within their bunks, praying to a God beyond salvation; as the ship without it's navigation sailed hopelessly on and on. Entombed within the hot metallic air, that dug them out in a constantcy of insufferable heat, as each new hour drew them nearer to the sun. Like most of them, She gave into it, damp in a her thinn cotton vesst, and matching pants, regulation issue, one hand flat under her head, as on her side she faced towards the wall,  the heat on he rskin, drying, and baking, and then frying some more. The soft, lumpy shape of her bed roll beneath, a false reminder of the former nights of impossible cold when they had led alpha 2, 1. The most outwardly planet; were now no more.Now here she was burning up, and waiting to die and  If she felt anything it was that she felt nothing at all. As it sat still and as yet behind her mind.Yet somehow she accepted it  Keeping her away from the hysteria, keeping her somehow still lucid yet somehow still away from her self,.In a few more days, if they had that, the symptoms would come. But for now with what was left ? Like the ship she drifted, so did she-   The academy for that si , now a distant memory- and with it the great arc structures and possibilities that like stars had shone  high over her head. Back on earth, back before the happening, back before any of this, before she, like the ship had become immobilized  trapped and toxic, carrying their bodies, like a coffin still afloat,. On and on, moving through the black , on through the heat and dark of space, sslowly taking them over, following an/the aberrant electronic trace. MB