Space Opera

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Ground control to Major Tom.

Created: November 13,2018

Submitted: October 01, 2018

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Submitted: October 01, 2018

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"Sir."/

/ "Confirmed."

 

"I am almost out of oxygen." /

 / "Stand by."  

"Confirmed." /

"I am going to take off my helmet." /

"Stand by,

 Negative."

 

"The pressure is too much for me to take,

I need to breathe."

"Stand by."/

/ "Stand by is not an option,

releasing suit air pressure,

evacuating CO2,

opening my mask."

 

"Permission not granted,

wait for approval

Standby." /

 

 / "I don't think so

you can wait for me

your sense of time

means nothing

up here."

 

"Standby." /

"Your wasted time

is my opportunity.

Your chance to fix things

have now become my decision

to change them

all together.

Confirm?"/

 

"Standby"

 

"Fuck you.

Opening my airways."

"Repeat?" /

"I am breathing in the air

of toxicity

its burning inside my chest

but nothing more worse

than the suffocating in my suit." /

 

 / "Astronaut

close your helmet,

put your mask back on,

we're sending someone,

after you, to help." /

 

"This is not how explorers should die

but then again

there is no right way.

Only my final moment

to separate my brain 

from everything else 

it was tasked to do,

finally free

of burden." /

 

 / "Astronaut,

you are not making sense,

this is ground control, 

what is your status?"

 

"I am dying,

confirm?"

 

"Stand by." /

"What is my mission?" / 

 

"To find life,

confirm?"

 

/ "Confirmed,

I have found it.

My next mission,

to find death.

Such a beautiful mystery

slipping right past us,

we can't cheat it !" /

 

"Stand by." / 

/ "Confirmed."

"Confirmed."/


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