Life in space/squatters on Mars/part 3
fiction
edward w pritchard
When you wake in space, after a dead restless sleep you have an unearthly repellent alienation. Each element that makes up you body, that composes your physical being in it's entirety is scrambled. Each chemical, each atom, each gene is confused; away from earth you are no longer you; humanity has not had two or three billion years to accept or secure the hostile environment of space and your body, soul and spirit are separated and abstracted. Awakening in space you are very still, unable to move, trapped deep in your mind. Your mind stays close. Your soul is back at earth.
Slowly, tentatively, when you awake in space the individual elements that make up your body begin to reorient. Your mind and body realign, conjoining they summon your soul back from Earth. Each new day it's like this on a planet that spins unsteadily and orbits ominously about the Sun. Mars is a hostile place for humans to be.
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