TITLE: Dawn's Rise
GENRE: Science Fiction
John Jacobs’ eyes shot up to the skylight above him where the laser-straight cable squirmed like an injured worm.
“What the—No. No, no,” he cried. “Sh**!”
The man howled as he floated off his couch in Earthward Lounge, his book tumbling away. He flailed his arms to grab a chair, a table, anything. Sirens screeched and lights flashed; bulkheads closed and residents shrieked. The cable shuddered and waved, free of its mooring 140 thousand kilometers away on Earth.
“No! No,” he gasped. “Come on! This can’t be happening! F*****g wake up!”
John panted and keened, spinning his arms and kicking his legs like a swimmer. His heart thundered in his chest. Screams echoed down the halls connected to the Lounge. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and snapped off as he blinked, forming glimmering droplets in the air. He reached towards the planet hanging in the skylight, wishing he could reconnect the lifeline that fluttered before his eyes.
“We’re dead. We’re all dead,” he wailed.
Dawn Anami screamed.
Aunt Rose burst into Dawn’s apartment and rushed to her side. She motioned a hand gesture that activated her audio implant. “9-1-1! I need help in apartment 247120! Please hurry!” The walls turned red, displaying several countdowns, as well as the view through Rose’s eyes. Her ocular implants, microscopic projectors and recorders inside her eyeballs, echoed the wall display and provided Rose with instructions: “Receiving transmission. Do not move victim. Medical ETA: 03:21. Security ETA: 05:33.”