Space Station 5K-G2-9

I look out amongst the deep darkness of space: the cold, vacuum-less, emptiness of this vast thing called space, the universe, the galaxy, and so forth. All I can see is the empty cold heart that it displays when someone or something enters its “space.” It invites me to explore, but at the same time it ignites my heart and makes it frozen and careless about everything around me. I turn my head from the space port’s window and look onwards just past the door on my right. I see a space shuttle has just arrived. Unfortunately my curiosity and eagerness to explore would not be fulfilled in that moment… but perhaps one day it will. But, I think upon it with much doubt. For, how can someone stuck in a silly space station that can hardly support its current inhabitants possibly hope for something more than the typical tasks of the day. Going from day to day checking the fuel injectors for the occasional space shuttles every week and then the mind numbing tasks of looking for asteroids and other hazards that could potentially damage the space station, let alone the floors and other things that need to be cleaned daily… it just seems like such a terribly boring life. It’s the kind of thing that makes people go crazy and go forth seeking new adventures or simply just causing a crap ton of trouble on the space station they were sent to live out their miserable sentence all because they volunteered with their childish dreams in mind thinking they were doing some big and grand… to explore the vast “unknown.” Is there really anything unknown?

The space shuttle starts its engines and starts to take off. The shuttle bay around the area shakes gently. I notice a small rattling noise near the window I was just at. I look to find out that it was a loose bolt. “Oh great just what we need… another area we have to close off because we can’t go out of the station and fix the stuff we need to fix due to this being an asteroid mining field and that the people that made these stations only made them to last a handful of years. This station just happens to be falling apart and 15 years overdue on its death… Oh well, can’t just give a space station a few numbers and letters and hope that they’ll actually ever have the funds, time, or ‘quality’ workers to fix anything. That’s what I get for following my dreams to the far reaches of the galaxy… Thanks mom, Uncle Jenson, and everyone else that told me my dreams were out there and that I could actually catch them and do something valuable in my life… Guess that’s what I get for living at Space Station 5K-G2-9.”