The Lost Planet

Thinkers, Space, and my Parents.

I shuffled through the terminal while people swarmed around my like packs of Leefins. I was working my way toward terminal 8, where shuttle 9H0J was waiting. The war was becoming a big deal, and the battles were coming closer and closer to DortDruss.

A week or so ago two ships came out of hyperspace, a Flasha transport followed by a small space interceptor, part of the UF (United Forces). The interceptor shot down the transport, but I crashed on one of the inhabited moons. The 36 surviving Flasha when on a rampage, killing as many citizens as possible before the UF got ground forces out there. The moon was not DortDruss, but being in the same system we soon got evacuated.

I came upon terminal 8 in the DVS space station. The DVS is the reason why we managed to get to the stars. A group of people decided that in order to preserve the human race they had to expand. They left the home world of Hoss, and set out for the stars. They brought the first explores to the Alcer system.

I saw my parents sitting in their seats, staring blankly in front of them. They were working, as always. I sat down next to them, and glanced at my dad. His eyes were glazed over staring forward. He was probably cleaning the files for his boss. The DVS also discovered the ability to input computers in one’s brain. They were called Thinkers. The little computer allowed you to do anything a computer could, inside your head. Most kids got them around 10 years old, but my parents decided to wait until I was 18, and “A Proper Adult” to get one. Out of all of 379 kids at my old school I was probably the only one without a Thinker.

The terminal lights flashed green and the security blast door opened.

“Rows 1-4 please board” A feminine robot voice announced. My parents snapped out of there trances. The announcement system was able to communicate with the Thinkers so they got the announcement broadcasted through their brains. I looked at my HC(Hand Computer). It was made of a solidified plasma membrane, with a Thilannum outside. It was about ten years obsolete to the Thinkers.

I checked our seats, I was in row 6 and my parents row 2. My mother glanced over at me, as if noticing I was there for the first time.

“See you soon dear, we’ll go get our seats”. She stood up with my father right behind her, and they shuffled in line.

I waited for row 6 to be called, and entered the terminal. It was about fifty feet long, and at the end was an airlock, the window strip along either side was the only thing that let me know we were in a space station.

I glanced out the window and watched the planet Alcer. It was large and red, and that’s about it, but it was my home. I took one last look and entered the shuttle.