Sifu Blackirish
SOC-14 1K
What does it really feel like to be in a low berth?
…false chills and occasional sharp pains ran through his body as he responded to his cold cell’s microwave warming circuits. It had been quite some time since he had felt it necessary to use this form of transport. He was surprised to find himself fully awake and alert before the medtech began his rounds.
Bright lights activated without warning. A very irritating metallic squeal was heard as external locking bars retracted. He pushed on a rubber coated plate and his scratched plastic lid swung open, allowing him to reach out and grab an assist bar.
In moments he slid out of his chill cocoon and made it to his feet. That silicone gel sure gets everywhere, doesn't it? He could see others moving, some much slower than him. Still no medtech? It’s been a while, but he thought United Planetary Congress shipping regulations still required a medical assistant on standby for low berth transports.
Double doors at a bulkhead partition slid open. Beyond those blast rated doors stood what had to be one of the largest, and no doubt ugliest men he had ever seen. He must have responded to every brawl situation by leading with his face. With a look of utter contempt apparent, he raised a voice amplifier to his mouth and spoke into the end.
“GET MOVING, YOU THAWS. THIS AIN’T A RETIREMENT VILLAGE. EVERYONE OUT OF MY MEAT LOCKER RIGHT NOW!”
Hard to believe it, but there were quite a few people who didn’t respond to that pleasant summons. We were formed into a rough line and brusquely herded towards inbound processing. Medtechs finally arrived to attend to those who were still unconscious, or perhaps dead.
Harsh smells of decaying vegetation came to us as we shuffled through a plastic tube into a metal clad building. Paper clothing dissolved and cloying gel was finally removed when we were subjected to strong smelling soapy water under high pressure. Unfortunately, body hair was also a casualty. Ever see a woman cry for an hour straight because her waist length hair was now in her hands and no longer attached to her head?
…false chills and occasional sharp pains ran through his body as he responded to his cold cell’s microwave warming circuits. It had been quite some time since he had felt it necessary to use this form of transport. He was surprised to find himself fully awake and alert before the medtech began his rounds.
Bright lights activated without warning. A very irritating metallic squeal was heard as external locking bars retracted. He pushed on a rubber coated plate and his scratched plastic lid swung open, allowing him to reach out and grab an assist bar.
In moments he slid out of his chill cocoon and made it to his feet. That silicone gel sure gets everywhere, doesn't it? He could see others moving, some much slower than him. Still no medtech? It’s been a while, but he thought United Planetary Congress shipping regulations still required a medical assistant on standby for low berth transports.
Double doors at a bulkhead partition slid open. Beyond those blast rated doors stood what had to be one of the largest, and no doubt ugliest men he had ever seen. He must have responded to every brawl situation by leading with his face. With a look of utter contempt apparent, he raised a voice amplifier to his mouth and spoke into the end.
“GET MOVING, YOU THAWS. THIS AIN’T A RETIREMENT VILLAGE. EVERYONE OUT OF MY MEAT LOCKER RIGHT NOW!”
Hard to believe it, but there were quite a few people who didn’t respond to that pleasant summons. We were formed into a rough line and brusquely herded towards inbound processing. Medtechs finally arrived to attend to those who were still unconscious, or perhaps dead.
Harsh smells of decaying vegetation came to us as we shuffled through a plastic tube into a metal clad building. Paper clothing dissolved and cloying gel was finally removed when we were subjected to strong smelling soapy water under high pressure. Unfortunately, body hair was also a casualty. Ever see a woman cry for an hour straight because her waist length hair was now in her hands and no longer attached to her head?