AWARE

Unforseen waking

Tamara

“Commander!” Someone seized my attention, their tone holding the utmost concern and urgency that I had no choice but to turn. It was two scientists that approached me, I recognized their departments and their statuses but not their names; one was the soporific director, or as the troops nicknamed him: the Sleep Dealer - it’s never easy getting to sleep these days, yet even the drugs sometimes don’t work.

The other scientist belong to the Compos Mentis Response/Psyche sector. A branch of science I was never too fond of, which dealt with the response and control of your consciousness. My crew preferred to call them Psyches.   

What could this odd pair of scientists want?

“What is it?” I asked looking at the two men promptly, curious to what the commotion was about.

The Sleep Dealer spoke first, “I’m sorry to disturb you commander, but I’m afraid something unusually wrong and completely unpredicted has happened to the girl.” He said trying to gain some composure in my presence but I could see the worry and emotion on the Sleep Dealer’s face, sweat clinging thick to his hairline, clearly from running.

Form what I had learned about this man was that he was quite an eccentric and poetic scientist yet strangely calm and focused when working, though right now I found it was provoking my distaste towards his theatrical personality; could someone please cut the chase?

“Yes, what he means to say is that the subject has broken through her sedative state.” The other scientist continues.

“Shouldn’t that be impossible?” I question, staring at the pair, getting very impatient with their lack of verbal speed for an explanation.

“Yes, I thought so too. I mean with the amount of drugs I gave her it would have been out of the question that she should wake up, but here we are.” The sleep dealer insists, rubbing his hand over his forehead distressfully, a deep frown crashing his brows together as he gazes off in intense thought.

“Her body signs were their usual until we noticed a rapid increase in her heart rate, then muscular movement and now she’s fully conscious.” The psyche explains.

“Do you know what the cause was?” I inquire further, trying to get as much information to such curious happenings. By the look on the mens faces though I could tell they knew little more than I did.

“No, Commander. We are uncertain but we will conduct some tests.” The psyche assures, giving an awkward nod of his head, something he must have seen my soldiers do to me as a sign of certainty and compliance when I’ve given then an order. When the scientist does it I can tell that he feels it was out of his place as much as I did.

“Good. Keep me updated. I shall be with you shortly.” I finish, leaving the scientists in the main chamber.

As I entered B Wing, no lights are on, just the spacecraft’s safety lights around the exit doors.

He must still be sleeping.

Should I switch them on?

No. He might get angry, but he needs to be fully aware when I give him the update.

“What is it Tamara? Is something wrong.” His voice comes through the darkness, low and clear, as if he had been waiting for me. I can’t see him but I search through the pile of darkness for his form, for his eyes.

“Yes, sir. It’s to do with the subject. She’s no longer in her sedative state.” I go right to the point, not wanting to waste his time. I worry that I’m invading his space; my voice was loud and intrusive, even the news I delivered was unwelcome to the atmosphere here, however, it had been a long time since my voice ever held tranquility or compassion. 

Somehow, I’m not sure how in the blackness; I see his eyes flash open instantly, their colour reviving my memory of how his blue can be so fierce and glorious.

“She what?” He said slightly unravelled, in a stronger tone now, his surprise sounding dry in his mouth but it gave him an edge of emotion he usually wouldn’t have.

I did not need to repeat myself. Over time I had learnt, to my surprise, that he was actually a very good listener for someone with so much power, not just good even; he could pick through peoples words with such delicacy he knew exactly the difference between the truth and the lie, between respect and pretentiousness.

I waited for him to gain his composure again - for the sake of his self-esteem.

“There is already tests being run on the problem and her.” I try to guarantee.

“Good.”

I’ll be in A Wing doing further inspections on the subject if you need me.” I concluded the conversation in my usual professional voice that I always used when addressing him.

“I shall be there shortly.” He said, and I could picture him moving through the darkness.

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