Posted in: Other - Short Stories
Date: February 26, 2010
Kasparkovich was cold! He was colder than he had ever been before, and he knew that without immediate action, he would freeze to death.
"Computer!", he screamed, "I need an energy containment apparatus, immediately!"
There was a moment of silence and then Hal spoke.
"I'm sorry, but inventory data reveals there are no more energy containment apparatus' on board."
Kasparkovich screamed, wrapping his arms around himself. Tears began to stream down his face.
"Hal! I will die if I cannot contain my energy!"
Hal began to make a series of beeps and drones. He was obviously thinking very hard.
"Security camera data indicates that there is an abandoned energy containment apparatus located in Housing Unit 1123 Section B."
Kasparkovich began to run, his body beginning to crack from the cold. He screamed in pain, but he force himself to continue. He knew he only had a few more minutes before he would die.
As he ran, he carefully considered the fastest route to Housing Unit 1123. Teleportation would be the fastest way, but his body might not survive decomposition. It was a risk he would have to take. He entered the teleportation room and stepped onto the platform.
"Hal! Teleport me to Housing Unit 1123!"
Hal beeped in such a way to indicate his disapproval.
"Your vitals indicate that you may not survie decomposition."
"Yes, I know, you idiot! I have no choice! I need an energy containment apparatus! Now, do as I say, and teleport me!"
A flash of light immediately filled the room, and Kasparkovich screamed as his body was decomposed. For a moment of time, his consciousness floated through space. He looked on the stars and the planets and his life flashed before his eyes.
And then he saw the platform for Housing Unit 1123.
Upon being reassembled, he realized that parts of his body were not viable!
"My left leg is gone!", Kasparkovich screamed.
There was no sense crying over his leg, so he began to hop toward Section B, his body cracking and flaking with every jump.
He approached Section B and then he saw it! There, sitting on the floor was a pretty-pink wool sweater! Kasparkovich quickly put it on. He lied there, trying to regain his energy, but alas, the energy containment apparatus did not meet galactic standards for energy containment. Kasparkovich breathed his last, laying there in his pretty-pink, wool sweater.
THE END