Silence.
The dark silence was deafening, eternal, whole. There was nothing, just the dark.
Movement did not seem to register, sound did not pervade consciousness, there was simply nothing.
This was not right. There was never nothing there, there was always something there. Something, something was missing.
Ga’len began to think that the nothing would remain. This was it, this was the end. His ship did not respond his thoughts. No systems status, no movement, not even a response to the pod interface. Nothing was working.
Silence, utter and complete lack of anything.
Then, in the distance a sound. A high pitched tone, very barley audible. Yes, it was there. Sound was registering, barely, but it was registering.
Finaly, something was piercing the void. The nothing gave way to sound, louder and louder the sound grew. It was becoming the focus of Ga’len’s consciousness.
In the darkness, the sound grew and grew until it was everything. There nothing was gone, everything was around him now. He could feel his body now, the sound pervaded ever fiber of his being.
Was this the end? Was this the song of the angels to take him into the next life?
Slowly, his eyes opened. Above him was a bright light. It was blinding like standing on the surface of a star. There was sound and light and everything was there now. He could feel his arms and legs. He could feel his toes wiggle and his fingers move slightly.
Then, a voice flowed into his ears.
“Sir, the cloning process is complete, you can get up now.”
Ga’len slowly sat up on the bed bewildered, “Huh? What….I thought….ahem. I heard angels singing.”
The nurse looked at Ga’len with a puzzled look, “Angels?”
“Yes”, Ga’len replied, “In fact I can still hear the music. Yes, I still hear it, don’t you?”
The nurse looked around and then faced Ga’len smiling. She spoke with a joking tone in her voice, “Ah, no worries love, it’s not angels. Look behind you, the music you are hearing is from our new marketing kiosk here in station.”
Ga’len slowly turned around and look where the nurse was pointing. A brand new Duvolle Laboratories sales kiosk was standing near the entrance to the cloning facility.
As Ga’len’s slowly turned back around, an expression of understanding and disappointment filled his face. There were no angels to take him to paradise.
“No worries love”, the nurse said to Ga’len as she patted him on the apologetically shoulder, “it happens all the time.”
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