We’re all people, an Echo Chamber(wt) excerpt

Cargo Bay 14 writhes like the stomach of a dead raccoon. Inside each intestine, maggots flourish and churn. Chubby shuttles slide along routine canals and stop at discrete intervals. When back hatches align with the caution lines of the loading docks their doors spring open and remote loaders stuff recycled caff and vital aminos into their gape.

 

Azul peeps her eyes through an access grate. Servos whine as the remotes shove objects into the holes of the shuttles. She watches the shuttles for a couple time units, eyes trying to zoom and enhance until – there, just behind the grey loader with the chipped caution stripes. She thinks, “Zarrrnnaa.”

Zarrrnnaa moves like wine through a crazy straw. As she is sucked from one robot to another the movement starts wither here head eyes face before twisting down to her shoulders, arms, elbows waist wrists, thighs, calves and feet. The ingrav units in the cargo bay are at less intensity as elsewhere in the ship to make the loading process less of a burden on the machines.

Zarrrnnaa floats to the next loader robot makes some minor adjustments and with a swirling twist dodges the spider whip data cable that spins out of the incoming data shuttle. Zarrrnnaa ensures the line is connected securely to a stack of servers, likely a new batch of SimEnts ready for mass distribution aftermarket testing on Spectacular Deee.

Azul sends a meme to Zarrrnnaa and watches as the supervisor fairly seizes with laughter at the unexpected pairing or bizarre poetry and sense bundle information.

“XD that was too much”

“Yassss”

“Wyd”

“I’m in your house”

“Huh?”

“Right behind your ear…”

“No.Staahp”

“Yaup”

“:person-shrugging-skintone4:”

“Knock knock”
Azul knocks on the grate and sends a snapshot video to Zarrrnnaa. Zarrrnnaa looks up towards the grate and places the palm of her hand over her face with a soft smack. She gestures and the grey chipped loader jerkily removes the grate and then drives it back into place after Azul swims out, over, and down to float near Zarrrnnaa.

“Can we :->: :EXIT:?”

“:thumbsup-skintone4:”

 

Zarrrnnaa floats ahead of Azul and palms an access panel open. They drift inside and the doors sizzle shut behind them as their feet sink back down. A time unit passes as the airlock rinses and cycles. Zarrrnnaa sends death and dying. They step out into a loading maintenance corridor the glows red. Further down service technicians consult work orders and burn holes in the side of their necks with chems.

They can open their mouths to speak now they’re out of vacuum and Azul is the first to blurt, “I want in. I’m down. Fuck the system. I have a plan.”

Things to Come

Hello and welcome! This is the first entry in what I hope to develop as the blog for ArthurChallenger.com. This is also where the purpose of this site is spelled out so I at least can maintain things straight in my head on the web. This site is the start of a freelance writing venture that I’m forging right ahead with. I hope to establish a client base, for my talents and audience for my private projects and generally spread my presence as a Writer, Adventurer, and Gamer across the web.

In the blog space, I’ll be updating with some personal projects as well as fiction, news, and relinking and sharing work that I’ve done before it is added to the portfolio space. Thank you for taking the time to browse the fledgling site and feel free to send me any constructive criticism.