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(One of One) by Phoebe
[author notes: T'gra is a gergian beer-like drink. For humans, it's pretty much water but it's very easy for a Gergian to get drunk on it.]
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*Create New Log*
Enter Name: Rhys
Rhys' Log-July 9, 2890 ESY
It is our (Ryderana's and my own) second day on the Aurora12. We were shocked to find that it is not a sentient beast. Well, not exactly. I'm still a bit confused about the whole thing, but once I translated to Ryd, she seemed to understand it all and started babbling about "hyperthermal transmitters because I (I being Ryd) have this theory..." for a minute she sounded almost normal. Almost...well, almost like Ryd! But then when the engineer looked confused, she jsut sort of got quiet again. Maybe when she learns to speak English...well, I hope it will help.
The other people on this ship are strange. There's this big blue creature who resembles a Moracht. No, wait, creature isn't what she is called...Seri something. And everyone has this spiky stuff out of their heads. "Hair" it's called. Imagine that!
Well, that's all for now...
)Rhys(
Rhys stared at the blank screen. He had left a lot out of his log entry. Like the incident with the "orange juice." All he'd wanted was some nice, cold T'gra. They had given him the orange, pulp infested stuff instead. It made him want to puke but he tried it...and liked it. How was he supposed to know that it was rude to grab the pitcher? It was considered a compliment on Eferivan. Well, it made sense that the girl-her name escaped him at the moment, but she kept addressing the air-was angry when he spilled it. But it wasn't hisfault!
With a short sigh, Rhys stood and faced the wall. It wasn't a real wall. He couldn't tell the difference, but it had been constructed in the middle of the room when Ryd had complained about rooming with him. He hadn't said it, but it broke his heart to hear her speak of him that way. He just wanted to *be* with Ryd. Just talk to her. But when he actually spoke, and didn't translate, she ignored him. Rhys gazed at the door in the fake wall. It connected them, but by it's very exsistance it seemed to want him away.
Flawed Logic, Rhys told himself, It doesn't make sense. But the nagging feeling of guilt only grew. He turned away from the wall, buried himself in his bedcovers, and went to sleep.
*Create New Log*
Enter Name: Ryderana
Ryderana's Log-July 9, 2890 ESY
(please note, this is a translation into English :)
I want my dreams back. They are mine. The angel of death (she claims she is called MINA and is an electronic intelligence. I doubt this truth. She looks too real.) claims she is running more tests. If I do not gain back my dreams I fear I shall go mad. I can still see the hynotic swirl on the deprivation machine...no, I cannot think of that...the hellish black running into the blue the color of blood. I must concentrate my mind on happier things. Or at least more benign ones.
Rhys won't stop bothering me. I think something in me still loves him, something far down inside of me, but that part of me was lost with my dreams. i can see the ache in his eyes. How could I ever be so in love with someone so foolish? Today he spilled a beverage on a girl named Rache. He was blustering with apologies. He is translating for me, trying to teach me "English." so far I have learned "Hello, I am Ryd." "I like science." "I am not a poached egg named Akbar." I think the last one was some sort of joke. I said that to one of my new crewmates and he gave me the STRANGEST look. That is all I can say, for today.
*\Ryd/*
She slid away from the screen with a frown. She had hoped she would be able to confide in the log, but it was harder to address then she thought it would be. As she turned around, she found herself facing a mirror. Her own image, the picture of her own face, shocked her. What had the dream dep turned her into?
"I'm a monster." Ryd said slowly. She knew it wasn't true, but there was no other word to describe what she saw. A red spotted creature, black eyed, tubes in her nose. It really frightened her. Froze her blood cold.
She edged away from the reflection and quickly changed for bed. Once, the sheets and blankets would have held sanctuary. But now they only looked like a deep cave. nothing inside was certain. Even a nightmare would have calmed her, but Ryd knew that the minute she closed her eyes only darkness and the image of the Deprivation machine would face it. But the image was ALWAYS there, stuck in the back of her mind, a constant reminder that she was dreamless, even when she was hours from sleep. Almost instinctively, her hand moved towards the door of the wall that seperated her from Rhys.
"No...don't bother him, Ryd. You can do this." She winced as she coaxed herself away. She would just bother him...and she didn't want Rhys to know what she had really become.
The End
