PrologueA Chapter by Frederick E. ConklingPrologue Jonah Riley looked upon the
planet beneath him with a combined sense of sadness, fear, and
wonderment. The blue and green mud ball had been the home of humanity
for billions of years. To be leaving it now filled him with a sadness
that should be saved for lost family or lost loves. It tore at him,
ripping at his heart. But while the thought tore at his heart, it also
spoke too some primal part of him. Somewhere at the back of his mind, a
growing piece of Jonah was realizing how far the butterfly effect could
extend. “Mr. Riley could you please explain sensitive
dependency on initial conditions?” Mr. Johnson, Jonah’s old professor
teacher asked. “You mean the butterfly effect?” Jonah scowled. “Yes, Mr. Riley,’ Johnson sighed, “The butterfly
effect. Explain it now.” Jonah thought for a moment, trying to develop
an appropriate response. “Never mind Mr. Riley. I’ll do it for you.” On
the white board, Johnson’s hands were a flurry of movement. “Now imagine a ball at the very crest of a hill.” He
pointed to his drawing. “Now if the ball begins to move down hill it can
be made to roll into any number of valleys due to variances in the
initial conditions. Are you getting this Mr. Riley?” Jonah scowled,
writing down the teacher’s description and drawn example. Jonah was broken out of his memory by the sound of rock
grating along metal. Nearly jumping out of his seat, Jonah relaxed as
he realized the ship was fine. With his heart beating fast, Jonah
thoughts turned to what had made the debris field, using his teacher’s
model as a basis. Just take out the ball and replace it with
the Apophis, he thought, use the asteroids path as the
downhill path, celestial bodies as contributors to initial conditions,
and the moon as the valley the ball rolled into. Really the fact that the 99942-Apophis asteroid had hit
the moon was a fluke. All reports had said that the asteroid would pass
by the Earth; no harm, no foul. Instead Jonah had seen as the asteroid
shot around the sun and impact the moon, shattering it in a single
catastrophic blow. The result was almost half the moon’s mass being
thrown into orbit with the Earth. The fact that the date was 12/21/2012
didn’t help in calming the public. The world he knew it had changed. Superstorms popped up
the world over; Rome was devastated by a single light storm, California
and Japan destroyed by tsunamis caused by chunks of fallen space rock.
Thousands of lives were lost in countless other incidents. Jonah was
again ripped from his thoughts by the sound of grating steel. “Are you guys sure the ship is safe,” Jonah heard the
passenger facing him say to the pilot. The man was a wreck; sweat was
pouring off his brow, eyes wide and bloodshot moving back and forth,
body shaking. “If the hulls punctures we’re
screwed. Within seconds shlop. You, me, and everyone else is sucked into
space. Game over.” Jonah rolled his eyes, but he knew the man had a point.
It would depend on where they were hit and by how many objects, but he
had a point. The
ship itself was egg shaped, having just enough room to fit the four
people that inhabited it now, not including the pilot. With a wide front
window and oval wing bound thrusters, the egg was a hard target to hit.
If they were hit my something big it would be like
being tackled by a coke machine with legs; a quick hit and then ouch
game over. Assuming the object was smaller, it would be just a
pinprick on the surface. Jonah could hear the hissing as the atmosphere
was sucked out as the ship was depressurized. He heard as the pilot
swore and flipped the switch allowing oxygen masks to fall from the ship
ceiling. From there Jonah could only hope and pray that oxygen could
hold out until they reached Cerberus-Base-1 on the moon or any other
station in the immediate area. That’s
only if we get hit my one Jonah reminded
himself. If they were hit my more than one the effect would be
catastrophic. One by one, the micro asteroids would cut through the
hull. Eventually the ship would resemble a phone book caught by a round
of buckshot. Like the man said game over. Jonah felt the ship lurch to the right, circling around
the moon into the sunlight. It was then that Jonah saw it.; there was
Cerberus-Base-1. It gleamed in the sun, a massive silver starfish that
stood against the grey stone. From its surface towers of glass and steel
rose up into the sun, unconstrained by the chains of gravity. Jonah’s
shipped swerved between the between the towers, whipping its passengers
to and fro until they came a single monolithic tower in the center of
Cerberus-Base-1. They entered the tower from the very top, a hatch door
opening and allowing them entrance. “Alright everyone off,” Jonah heard the pilot bark. Jonah moved quickly, flowing out of the ship and onto
the launch pad. Once everyone was off the ship
took off, leaving back through the hatch. “All new occupants please enter the elevator to your
right for processing. Thank you and have a nice day.” A woman’s voice
blared as a doorway to Jonah’s left opened. He and the group entered
quickly, door closing them inside. Once inside the sound of machinery
and scratching metal echoed as the elevator began moving. Within moments Jonah and the others got a better look
at the station then they did from the ship; cars shaped like From the outside it looked as if there was nothing
preventing the debris from destroying its spires. From the inside it
looked much the same, but every now and then a blue ripple would form in
the sky. Should’ve known this place would have a
shield of some kind, Jonah thought, grimacing at his stupidity, seems a bit much though. Must consume a ton of power. They
should have gone with a better design, something focused around the
buildings more. Jonah was brought out of his thoughts by something
impacting the barrier. The elevator lurched as the station was impacted.
“Oh s**t,” Jonah cursed, as the barrier was punctured.
His vision was filled with yellow light and his ears a dull hum. Then
the yellow light vanished, and Jonah looked to the sky for it source. He was greeted by the same yellow light; were it at a
distance he would have thought it a star. But the light grew closer,
again stabbing through the shielding with little problem. It moved
across the station like a fillet knife through a fish, humming growing
louder as the beam came closer to Jonah’s elevator. It passed through
the elevator, clipping Jonah’s arm, severing it at the elbow. Shouldn’t there be more pain? Jonah thought, while the other passenger screamed. Moments later the world went black and the screaming ended. © 2010 Frederick E. ConklingAuthor's Note
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