TITLE: Live Free or Die Trying
GENRE: Science Fiction
There was no life support, gravity, or light. Even so, Captain Mark was not convinced this derelict ship they had boarded was truly dead. He reminded himself of The Three Bears and Goldilocks. In this situation he would be-- a little blond girl looking for some porridge? Not even, but casting the owners of this ship as the mythical hairy mammal with big teeth and a grumpy personality--that fit well. Also the door to the Bear's house had opened way too easily, just as the air locks on this ship gave way without effort. Didn't these people believe in locks? Wendy had simply applied suction to expose a small fissure at the door seal. While she held a pry bar at the ready to finish the job she didn't use it. The hatch popped its top like a ripe can of soda, laying out the welcome mat. Mark ducked as it flew past.
“That was lucky,” Wendy had said.
Lucky? Trouble with the Goldie comparison--Mark knew how that story ended.
“Something is wrong,” he said into his microphone. “Everything looks . . . staged.” He was dressed in full combat armor completely sealed against the cold void of space, and he carried a laser assault rifle of the old style, outdated but still rebel cool. He floated through the dark corridor, breathed through a tube attached to a tank, and cast a beam of light from his helmet to reflect off the alloy walls. The ship was quiet and cavernous, scary at best. Maybe Mark was simply having a case of nerves, but that was ridiculous. If he felt something, it was real. Right now he felt everything was just a little too perfect to be true-- like if some video producer had said let’s make a dead ship, this would be the theme park version.