COSMONAUTS
PART 5
When I opened the eyes, I was surrounded by darkness, and silence. All around me, there was nothing. I felt oppressed by the void, and by the questions haunting my mind: what happened? Where was I? I was confused, totally, completely, confused.
I tried to recall back my last memories: we were on a Runabout, heading for that weird sphere at the center of the gravitational anomaly, the "Space Bubble" as we labelled it, we were exploring. The Ibn Battuta was my favorite Runabout, in the small fleet of shuttles belonging to the Ananke: I loved the fact that it was dedicated to such a man, a bold and curious Arab explorer of Earth's past. On board, I was with captain Timoreev, Commander Iria, a security detachment of three led by lieutenant Kolez, and lieutenant Zorfe.
A complete away team, ready to uncover the mysteries surrounding that strange phenomenon. We still didn't know much about it: we were already surprised when the probe we first launched inside the anomaly sent back its signal. When we started collecting and interpreting the data it was sending to us, we were astonished: how could be possible the existence of such a strange space? To what were we looking to, exactly? Captain Timoreev was determined to know more about it.
After we took as many data as possible from the probe, he decided to launch a second one, this time with the specific purpose of analizing the sphere at the center of the "bubble".
"The key to understand this phenomenon is there" he said during a meeting in the Ananke conference room.
"I agree." Iria said.
"At least it would be prudent to know more about it before proceeding in any way." Morisette stated. Although she never explicitly said so, it was clear to everybody that she had a bad feeling about that whole situation. Accordingly to her disposition, she felt uncomfortable about doing anything without knowing more, and she said that repeatedly to the captain and the other senior officers.
Timoreev nodded:
"It would be stupid to take unnecessary risks. Halora, prepare the probe."
The new mechanical explorer was launched from the Ananke about three hours later. It took some time (more than the last time) to receive back its signal. The new data were even more amazing...and puzzling: they revealed that the sphere was a structure of some sort. Even the probe sensors were experiencing problems bypassing the surface of the sphere, which was composed by an unknown metal alloy. What we could find about the interior told us that it was actually hollow, with some sort of platforms of unknown functions. In few words, we only had more mysteries to solve.
One of them was particularly upsetting: inside the sphere there was life. Yes, life. We had no way to determine which kind of lifeforms, and to what level of evolution, there were. But, definitely, the probe identified organic compounds following a unique path inside the sphere.
That was when I came into the game.
"So, what's your opinion about that?" the captain asked me. We were relaxing (one of the very few breaks during those days) on the holodeck. Our lovely chess club.
I scrolled my shoulders:
"I really don't know. It's weird."
That time the sea looked to me unusually calm (I know, it was an holo projection: it was always the same, almost. But the impression striked at me).
"You're not very useful, Sumida. Everything is weird about this....thing." the captain said while smiling to me.
"There are many possibilities. Probably, the list is virtually infinite." I replied, with a clearly-false tone of a person who felt offeded in his professionalism:
"We should take a close look to know more."
Timoreev nodded his head:
"I know. And, if the situation doesn't change, that's what will do."
He looked firm; his eyes were transmitting a sense of emotion, curiosity, willpower. I felt well at seeing that he was retrieving his energy. I smiled, staring at him.
He looked at me, surprised:
"While are you smiling?"
"Nothing, Captain. It's nothing."
The day after, we were on board the Ibn Battuta, heading for the anomaly...and the sphere.
The runabout was fullt modified in order to overcome without problems the gravitational distortions and its sensors were overhauled in order to give us a better change to find more about the sphere.
"I still believe that it could be some sort of Dyson sphere, probably equipped with systems similar to those ones that created the Delphic Expanse three centuries ago." Halora was saying.
"We already discussed your hypothesis, and we found it difficult to accomodate with the data in our possession." was Iria's response.
Timoreev was silent. He was personally piloting the runabout, with Iria serving as his co-pilot. He was looking straight in front of him. He wished to see it with his naked eyes.
We approached the "bubble", and now it was possible for us to see clearly the effects of the gravitational anomaly on the background.
"Everything's clear, captain." Iria said after a quick glance at the sensor data.
"Well then. Let's go inside."
The sphere, finally.
It was there, in front of our eyes, with its dark blue-and-gray surface, stuck in the middle of the void. We couldn't see anything else: the light of the stars could not penetrate inside the "bubble", and the Ananke was invisible as well.
"My prelimnary scans confirm what the probe told us." Iria said:
"The sphere is hollow. I can detect the same platforms the probe identified....and also the same organic compounds and signs of life."
"Coming from the platforms?"
Iria didn't answer. She was operating on her console. I gave a look to my station, trying to figure out something about those readings.
"Negative, captain. The life signs come from......everywhere."
"Everywhere?"
I checked on the console:
"That's true captain. I'm reading the same thing."
"So, the sphere is a starship of some sort? A station maybe? It's inhabited!" Halora exclaimed.
But I had to stop her enthusiasm:
"Not exactly, commander. What I'm reading is far more weird."
I looked at the console, focusing. It was displaying the pattern of the platforms inside the sphere. They formed a very complicated structure. Terribly complicated.
"Intensify the scans." Timoreev ordered.
Iria obeyed.
And that was my last memory.
A terribly complicated pattern.
Terribly.
Complicated.
Confusing.
Pattern.
My mind was possessed by those words while I felt my body fluctuating in the void, in the most absolute darkness.
Complicated.
Pattern.
Then, I saw a light. And I heard a voice. A voice calling me!
"Kanae! Kanae!"
The familiar sound of the sea waves.
"Kanae!"
The familiar light of the sun.
The darkness was no more. I was not in the void.....I was home.
"Andrej!"
Timoreev looked behind him, toward the voice calling him: "Papa?" he said, almost automatically, looking at the familiar face of his father. What was happening? What was that place?
He looked around him: he was in a library. He was sitting near a desk, not far from the electronic archives. A console was open in front of him, showing the titles he had just searched for. Searched for? He was confused: where were the others? What happened to the runabout?
"Andrej, we need to go now." his father said.
He looked at him again: he was younger.
Timoreev knew that library. It was in Moscow, at the university where his father worked.
"Kanae, stop reading that stupid book!"
I looked around me, surprised, and amazed at the same time. I immediately recognized the voice of my sister. She was running toward me from the beach. I was sitting on the sand, the soft sand of my island, a soft wind coming through my hairs. I instinctively looked at my knees: there was a padd, open on a page of a book I already read. I remembered it: it was a manual of exobiology. A preparatory reading for the Academy.
My sister reached me:
"Come on, Kanae. You're wasting your last holiday, remember?"
She was smiling at me. Her usual, mocking, smille, that she did when she wanted to remind me how boring I was.
I didn't mind at her. I was reading the open page in front of me. It was from the introduction of the manual. I read:
"Life is something unique, spectacular, and puzzling. It can be found in many, incredible, ways, different from one other. Although simple to conceptualize, it often manifests itself through very complicated patterns...."
Very complicated patterns.....
I didn't notice my sister was still looking at me, completely motionless.
I looked at her: she was still smiling.
I suddenly understood how all that was surreal. Me, sitting on the beach, looking at the sea of my island, my home, with my sister....all before the Academy. What was that place?
"Who're you?" I asked.
My sister looked at me, surprised:
"Who am I? Have you decided to do some stupid joke with me, Kanae?"
"Tell me: where're the others?"
"The others who?"
I was feeling incredibly stupid. All that place looked so real.....but I knew it wasn't. Something was happening...
Was my sister a projection? Or a lifeform simply using her shape?
"Don't play with me. I know this place isn't real."
She now looked at me clearly worried:
"There's something wrong?"
I lost my patience:
"Everything's wrong! That's not the place where I'm supposed to be! Where's the runabout? Where are my friends?" I cried.
My sister (or whatever she was) looked at me, horrified, almost crying herself:
"That's not funny, Kanae....not at all..." Then, she ran far from me.
"What the hell..." I said to myself.
I looked around me once again. There wasn't anybody. But that place was real....it felt so real....
I needed to find what was happening. And fast.
The same thoughts were haunting Timoreev. He was wearing his Starfleet uniform, but clearly nobody was noticing it. What a bad luck that he hadn't the tricorder with him. All the tricorders were on the runabout. The runabout....the others....
"I must find them." he said to himself. He understood very soon that the people around him had something strange.
"They're some sort of projections...made from my past." he thought. So that was a sort of holodeck? Or something else? Maybe the others were experiencing the same thing....and thinking the same thoughts.
He tried to behave normally (at least, in the eyes of those persons, or projections, or whatever, which were surrounding him), while figuring out what to do.
He felt strange. That whole situation was surreal, but it wasn't only that. He felt like an undecipherable feeling coming to himself.
He had to do something. He had to act. He had to understand the facts, to find his friends and fellow crewmembers, and to get out of that situation. He had to find a way to communicate with the others....
To communicate....
Communicate....
Without anything else to do, I decided to walk around. Maybe, I'd have found something useful, a clue, although small, about the truth of that situation.
I was lucky. Because, after few steps, leaving the beach behind myself, I saw something. Something completely weird and unexpected. Just in front of me, where I was expecting to see the terminal which connected that beach with the town where I used to leave, there was a large building. It was a skyscraper, but it looked ancient. And, even more weird, the sky was darker around it.
I walked toward the new surprise. Slowly, I began feeling colder all around myself. The sun of my island slowly vanished, and after few steps I was surrounded by a dark, grey sky, and the street lights of a city. It was snowing.
All around me, there was silence, and the only movement was that of the snowflakes falling on the ground. Then, I saw two figures, near the building.
They were standing in front of each other, but I heard no voices.
I went toward them, trying to ignore the snow falling on my hairs, my face, my hands, my uniform.
Little by little, step by step, I came near the two figures.
"Captain!" I cried. And my voice echoed in that dark, cold, night.
Because I clearly recognized Timoreev standing there, in front of a young girl.
He didn't know how he came there. One moment he was walking in the library, and the moment after, while immersed in his thoughts, he was there, standing in front of her, in the same dark, cold, night he always dreamed of during all those years.
He was back in Moscow, back in that very precise time, doing the thing he most regretted in his whole life.
She was standing there, motionless. She was beautiful as he remembered, with her long blonde hairs covered by that heavy hat, and her blue eyes standing out from the face. Those eyes were looking at him.
He had to say something, he knew that. There, in that moment, he forgot about the runabout, the starship, the crew....he only remembered that terrible feeling he felt when his father told him that she was going to marry another man. Was that the truth? Did she forget about him? Or maybe that wasn't the reality, and he was facing reality right now, that moment?
What was that strange, undecipherable feeling? Why I suddenly felt so oppressed?
Silence, darkness, and the snow were all around him. It was very, very cold.
Was it possible to re-write it all? To choose her instead of the stars? Did he ever really choose?
His mind was entirely absorbed by those questions. He felt suddenly tired, weak.
He didn't even noticed the young girl crying from outside his personal bubble, running in the snow.
He was there. But he didn't notice me. Or, if he did, he didn't do anything to show it.
I stopped in the middle of my run. I had to think. There should've been something to do. Maybe that one was not the "real" Timoreev. No, it was him. I was sure about that. He was wearing his Starfleet uniform. Probably, some way, I was living one of the scenes from his memory. It was clear that everybody was living a different experience, connected to his/her own memories. But there were still many questions to answer.
I cried again:
"Captain!"
He didn't answer. He didn't even move a muscle. I scrolled my shoulders, to let falling to the ground the snow which was on them. Then, I started running again toward him: I had to discover what was happening.
Timoreev suddenly moved. But not toward his fellow crewmember: instead, he walked toward the girl in front of him. Few steps onward, and he finally spoke:
"Valeriya..."
But she didn't answer. She kept her position, looking straight in his eyes.
"I....I have to tell you something...." he continued. He had to speak. He had to tell her the unspoken truth.
Then, a light abruptly flooded the scene, coming from the sky. Timoreev raised his eyes: in the dark, grey sky of Moscow he saw the shape of an Excelsior class ship.
I looked at the sky after the light: the Ananke was drifting in the sky. It was difficult to see, but I recognized our ship beyond any doubt. And it looked damaged. Something had happened, and a cold thrill came on my back.
I turned back on Timoreev. He was looking at the sky as well.
"Captain Timoreev!" I called again.
This time, I met with a response. He suddenly looked at me, surprised:
"Su...Sumida?"
I moved toward him:
"There's something happening, captain....probably the Ananke has been involved..."
"The Ananke.....the Ananke...." he repeated with low voice:
"The Ananke is not here."
He looked weird. There was something strange in his eyes.
I indicated the sky with one of my frozen hands:
"She's up there, sir. Maybe she entered the bubble as well."
"The bubble? Impossible" He looked around him:
"See all of this, Sumida? This is my opportunity."
"Your...opportunity?" I was astonished by those words. Clearly, there was something wrong with him.
He smiled at me:
"Yes. My opportunity: I can finally make everything right. Now."
I wished to reply. To say something. But I didn't. I understood that it was useless.
He turned back on the young girl, and took her hand. They said something to each other, something that I didn't manage to hear. Then, they walked out of my sight.
I was frozen (literally): unable to move one single muscle, I was terrified by what I'd seen.
Something terribly wrong was happening.
And I had failed.
Then, I scrolled my head:
"No, Kanae. You can't surrender like that." I said to myself, trying to regain myself. I recalled back my Starfleet training: there's always something that can be done. I had only to find the key, and then, everything would be simpler.
I gave a look around me. The snow was still falling, but now I was alone. I never visited that place, I even didn't know what place was it. Clearly, it was a reproduction from Timoreev's mind. First step.
Second: the young girl Timoreev was talking with. I never saw her. But the only reasonable hypothesis was that she was a projection, similar to my sister on the beach. Probably, she also was born from Timoreev's mind.
A very complicated pattern.....
A pattern....
Those words began to haunt me again.
"Of course!" I cried:
"How could I've been so blind?"
Yes, there was a pattern. A neural patten. They were trapped inside a telepathic projection of some sort.
But for what purpose? I didn't know. What I knew at the moment was that clearly Timoreev was beginning to be adversely affected by it. I managed to retain my judgement in all of this. Why he didn't? I needed to find an explanation. Probably, we were all in danger: me, the captain, the whole crew. If the Ananke was really trapped inside the bubble as well, there was no time to waste.
Also, I couldn't leave him, abandoning him inside his fantasies and his memories. He clearly was hoping to restore something that he didn't do in his past. He was trying to find happiness inside that weird, surreal, projection. I had to save him. Suddenly, I felt my heart beating stronger: I'd never leave Andrej in that place, alone with his regret. Never.
I started walking in the same direction of Timoreev and the young girl. I looked in front of him, desperately searching for any possible sign of their presence. I didn't know exactly where to go. I only had my heart to lead me.
Slowly, I left the skyscraper at my back, and I began to notice some changes to the street: trees were nearer than before, and also the street was becoming more "irregular". I instinctively looked at my back: the skyscraper has vanished. I was no more in a city street. I was in a countryside. The snow began to fall at a lower rate, but a cold wind suddenly raised. I instinctively tightened my arms around my body. It was so terribly cold. But I had to go forward, to find Andrej.
I finally saw a light, not so distant from me. It was an house. I walked toward it with all my remaining energies.
The house was small. The light came from the inside, probably a dining room. I approached the windows, and I saw Andrej sitting on a chair, drinking something, a smile on his face. There was no trace of the young girl. I went to the door. The wind was becoming stronger. At first, I wished to knock. But there wasn't time. I pushed the door and, surprisingly, it opened. Finally some warm!
Slowly, trying not to do much noise, I entered the room I saw before. It was a very nice house, with the walls covered by many strange, exotic, objects.
Andrej noticed me:
"Sumida?" he was clearly surprised of seeing me.
"Cap...Captain.." I said.
He smiled:
"You shouldn't be here. You should be on the Ananke."
I finally reached him. Now that I was warming, I was retrieving my energies:
"Yes, indeed. We should be there, together."
"Together? What are you saying? I'm not a member of Starfleet."
"Yes, you're. You're my captain. The captain of the Ananke."
He looked at me. He looked almost horrified:
"That's impossible. I live here. I never joined Starfleet."
I looked at him: now I was starting to understand what that whole projection was about.
"Captain.......Andrej, listen to me. You are a Starfleet officer. You are the captain of the U.S.S. Ananke, and we are all trapped inside some sort of telepathic projection." I was trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. But I was terrified. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing.
"Telepathic what?" He raised up from the chair:
"That's my house. And I'm living here since years, together with Alexandra."
I lost my temper:
"That's not your house! That's not your life! Look at yourself, why are you wearing a Starfleet uniform?"
He suddenly stopped, looking to the uniform he was still wearing. He scrolled his head:
"No...that's not possible...I made a choice..."
Suddenly, all began to tremble violently. Something was happening out there. Outside our projection, maybe.
"I need your help..." I tentatively said.
The tremors ceased.
He was still scrolling his head:
"No, no, no. I made a choice. I'm not in Starfleet. I live here, together with Valeriya..."
Like an ancient fairytale, summoned by the magic pronunciation of her name, Valeriya appeared.
"Look? She's here." he said to me.
I sighed. He was so lost....so lost. A tear crossed my cheek. I looked at him: Andrej was there, really believing in what he was saying, in what he was seeing around him. Was it so painful?
"Now go, Sumida. That's not your place." he said to me:
"Go."
But I didn't go. Taken by a sudden motion of my heart, without even thinking about what I was doing, I raised my hand, and I violently slapped his face.
Silence fell over the room.
I was breathing nervously. But I wasn't regretting my gesture. Maybe, just maybe, it was the right thing to do.
Andrej was clearly upset. He touched his cheek.
"What...."
"I'll never leave you here...Andrej. Never."
He looked at me, his eyes straight to my eyes.
"Why, Kanae?" That was the first time he was calling me by my name. His tone was now different. And in his eyes, I saw clearly that he was regaining consciousness of what was really happening.
"Why..."
He didn't end his phrase.
Because, without warning, I felt the darkness growing all around us. Something was dividing ourselves. I raised my hand toward him:
"Andrej!"
Then, it was all dark.
When I opened my eyes, a young lieutenant was looking at me:
"Are you allright? How do you feel?"
I tried to rise up, but I felt all my muscles refusing to respond.
"Don't try to move, lieutenant. Your muscles are still recovering from weeks of inactivity..."
"We....weeks?" I asked.
He nodded at me:
"Yes, approximately two weeks."
"Where am I?"
"On board the U.S.S. Medici, in sickbay."
"What happened?"
The lieutenant scrolled his shoulders:
"We still are trying to determine exactly. We found you and the rest of the runabout crew drifting around the sphere, inside the bubble, and we beamed you here. You all lost consciousness and were probably linked to some sort of powerful telepathic relay."
I sighed. For a moment, all the images of that experience were in front of my eyes: my island, the beach, my sister; the skycraper, the falling snowflakes, Timoreev and the young girl; the walk on that dark, cold, road, the house, my tears, the slap to Timoreev's face....was it real? Or was it simply some kind of dream?
I heard a voice coming from near me:
"The..the Ananke?"
It was Timoreev. He was speaking to someone else.
"It's been heavily damaged. A gravimetric distortion pulled it into the bubble without the shield raised, and the consequences were not pleasant, clearly. But most of the crew is safe, and repairs to the shield systems are going fast. She'll manage to get out of the bubble together with us."
"Thank you, captain."
I looked at him. He was clearly not in the best physical conditions. But he was there. And I smiled.