"What's going on out there?" Sarah said into the radio, "Request immediate away-party report from all members, now!"
Jake awoke abruptly, breathing heavily in his suit. The suit had grown cold, conserving power. Jake got up from his position lying on his back, standing in a pitch black room. First things first, he checked the LCD screen on his wrist. O2 recyclers were working, heat systems were working. Everything was OK.
Jake felt around for his helmet light switch. It was in the ON position, so he clicked it off and back on. Nothing. Total blackness. He looked to see if the display readout said anything about the headlamp malfunction, but it had gone pitch black as well. In fact, Jakes internal helmet light began to dim before shutting off.
Now it was total. Utter, complete, all encompassing dark. No LCD screen readout, no headlamp, no internal light. Not even a single LED blinked in the darkness. All Jake could hear was his heavy breathing, as he felt his heart pump faster and faster.
The lights arn't off... He thought.
Light just doesn't shine here. It must have to do with the spatial disturbances affecting my light previously. It's just that in this room the effects are most concentrated.
Jake shuffled around the room, his arms stretched out in front of him. He bumped into something, and felt around it with his gloved hands. Unmistakably, a swiveling Captains Chair. He spun it around to face him, and gingerly sat down in the darkness. He pressed the RADIO TALK button, and even though the TALK LED didn't shine, he trusted that the radio was on.
"Hi... It's Jake... I'm in the piloting room... can anyone hear me?" He said, his voice quivering. But then he remembered something from science class. Radio waves are on the electromagnetic spectrum. This means that radio waves are just another form of light. And if light was being counteracted.... "Shit," He said into the radio. They couldn't hear him. No one could.
Jake pondered this for a moment. How much he relied on light. Visible light allowed him to see. Radio-wave light allowed him to communicate. His sensors relied on all spectrums of light, from Infa Red to gamma waves. And with light... all light, gone. What was he to do?
"The human spirit," An
audible voice came from behind him! Jake whirled around, of course seeing nothing. "Always craving the new frontier... the next boundary... the unknown..."
"Who... where... How can I talk to you, in a vacumm?" Jake said into the vacuum of emptyness.
"Welcome, Jake." A long pause. "To the unknown,"
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