Rettic’s Log: The Sickness, Part 2
Rettic is standing in the hangar of a space station. He hears the noise of the crowd, feels the pedestrian masses pass him by, somehow knows which are capsuleers and which are only flesh—Is that all they are to you now, Rettic? Fleshy organisms?—but he sees no one. He looks down at his hands and they’re sculpted of tritanium. Am I no longer flesh?
The station is an atrium. There are floors of wheat and a wind sways them as it pulses through the surrounding corridors as if through ventricles of a heart. There is life here. But whose?
In the middle of the atrium are fifteen moons surrounding a single large planet. They bounce around like child’s toys. He even hears the voices of kids playing, tossing worlds between them like a game. Villore IV. He approached the planet, inspected its surface but only from a distance. He wanted to get closer but couldn’t. This was my home.
But it changed. As he looked closer he realized it wasn’t a planet at all, but the nucleolus of a cell. A cell in the heart of the station.
With a flash of light, Rettic was violently ripped from the heart. Veins burst and blood as deep as oil erupted as tiny orbs in a vacuum. He could observe the heart bursting for only a moment before being ripped back further. Flesh. Flesh soft and unharmed. Real, human flesh. Unlike his own. He ripped back once again to see the face of the organism. Aloraluna. His sister staring blankly into his eyes. She, larger than worlds, but infinitely broken.
Alora, say something.
With her ivory hand she lifted a gun to her chin and pulled the tri—
“NOOOOOOOO!” Rettic awoke in a sweat drenched bed, a dim light from the Crielere star peeking through the blinders on the window. The capsuleer’s sickness had reached the peak of its cycle again. This clone would have to die soon, or his mind would be lost.
As Rettic threw his sheets to the floor, he noticed the mirror over the sink flashed a projection in the corner. It was a message.
We have information as you had requested. Please meet me in M-MD3B IV - Trust Partners Warehouse at your earliest convenience. Make sure no CONCORD follows you out of their jurisdiction.
-x
Rettic deleted the message and walked to the window. He opened the blinders and allowed the star’s light to hit his skin. It felt sensitive, having not seen the light of day for what felt like years.
I’m coming to help you Alora, as I know you can help me.
He lifted a blaster to his head and pulled the trigger.
Rettic’s Log are the accounts of Rettic in-character, his history, and the story of my experiences in New Eden as seen through his eyes. Read all of them here.
