Silver Liquid World

Survival in the unknown

                                     

Silver Liquid World

Upon landing the planet was empty of life, void of noise. The ocean was mercury in consistency, filled with invisible minerals, tasted delicious and calm to the touch. It was a crash landing or a splash to be exact when I ejected. A golden flash filled up the dim lit world. My space craft sank in thick liquid gray, a non-translucent sea. It looked like I would be swimming for eternity or the rest of my natural life, which ever comes first. Starvation was not an option. The ocean was more than enough to feed me. It was a drinkable feast full of nutrients. After several months of looking up, swimming on my back, the two small suns, glowing brown, small dots in the distance, followed my every move. They twinkled back at me menacingly, like two sad eyes fixed in position at opposite horizons, ever watchful on the not so new. They never blinked. The planet moved in in a retrograde rotation, with the orbiting faced always in my direction. From pole to pole, the planet would spin up to down, displaying the same dim light, never setting, a fog like daylight all the time. Fear never set in as my life has always been one of utter solitude. No mother, father, family or friends. The machines taught me how to go on, showed me everything, including swimming. After a time the silver world meshed with my subconscious. I floated and dreamed of rocks and lightning, multicolored things and beings. They would never come to fruition. Total calm was all I ever found. Quiet was all I knew.

My eyes opened wide one day. The pastel pink clouds mirrored the gray sky and sea merging into endless lifelessness in front of me, lighted by the tiny lights, glimmers of hope, so remote, shinning on, outlining the serenity, the scenery below, lit up by two small beacons, so far, so far away.  I sink back to my dreams of sleep.  I'm happy to be alive though, alone in this dark gray.  No family, only solitude, has always been my way.  I could swear there are diamond mountains up ahead, miles in the distance, with solid crystals, gems like death embedded at the base .

 Large metallic wings, part of my anatomy, like giant rafts suspend me on their scales.  Cool liquid comforts me sojourning, floating on.   Large oval eyes come to life again.   A swollen rippled back bone will do the rest to launch me to a destination.

Mechanical like movements stir inside the mind, suggest indifference to the suggestion of a solid world out there.  It must be imagination taking hold.   Against the fluid silver world I am a spec. The landscape, glimmering bold on mirrored waves of gray, thousands of miles of visibility meet the curvature of the giant globe.  There is no story to be told on outer planets.  Uncharted solar systems stand alone.  Life is much bigger than all that.

Dragon creatures lived long before my species, hatched from four inch thick eggs so long ago, our only home.  In the ancient past I can't remember.  My nobility will stand or float, as a testament to time, that I survived beyond the sunken rocket vessel, and lasted beyond the best among my creatures; those who lived and have gone before me on the tides of time. I will be remembered as an agent of adventure, flying blind on noble wings, rocket machines and dreams, into the cosmos but first I must be found among the multitude of stars.  There are so many near and far.

Author's Note

This is a space exploration and adventure story about survival, time concepts and Identity