"Astronauts and Amazons"
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The Planetside Lounge had once been Rita's most favorite place on Earth. Well, on Earth was highly inaccurate as the lounge was on the International Spacecraft Assembly Station 440 miles above the surface of the planet. Every day, Doctor Rita Carter had come here to sit for an hour or so in one of the many deep, plush chairs. Before the tall, thick windows that looked out upon Earth below, she would drink an espresso, eat an energy bar and whatever fruity treat had recently been harvested from Hydroponics, and watch Earth do a slow roll, compliments of the artificial gravity inducing spin of the ring shaped station.
Then, she was up and off to Stasis Prep where she would spend her day putting settlers bound for Jupiter's 6th moon into what some not so lovingly called the dead beds. Over several weeks, Rita assisted each of the 224 Europans into their cryogenic pod, hooking up IVs and monitoring devices. And just before administering the drugs that would put them under, Rita would tell each of them that she envied them for the adventure they were about to undertake.
That had been a crock, of course. Rita had had absolutely no interest in going to Europa. She loved the view of Earth from Planetside, but she despised just about everything else about being up here on the ISAS. She couldn't even imagine an 8 year long transit to a distant moon spent in stasis, followed by a lifetime of 13% gravity and radiation so intense that if it were to penetrate Europa Station's shielding it would kill everyone inside in less than 20 hours.
Hell, the only reason she'd taken the Cryogenic Tech position on the ISAS was the money. After 6 years in orbit, Rita could pay off the mortgage on the family ranch outside Fairplay, Colorado, and still have enough left over to establish a free clinic in town. She'd spend the rest of her life giving flu shots, telling school children to Say ah, and making house calls to her elderly neighbors; in between riding horses, hiking the Rockies, fucking men younger than she who were impressed with her having been in space, and then looking up into that space at night sky, at that little bright dot called ISAS, and thanking God that she was no longer up there.
But, as was her luck sometimes, that wasn't to be...
"I know you all have questions," Rita said to the 14 people sitting before her, "and I'm going to do my best to answer those that I can."
She was back in the Planetside again, but this time with the overhead lights set to near full illumination and the draperies closed, hiding the windows and the view of Earth beyond them. This configuration of the compartment had often been used for seminars, training, and other group functions in which the gently rolling planet would have been a distraction.
"My name is Doctor Rita Carter," she continued. "Some of you may remember me as one of the Cryogenic Technicians who helped you into stasis for your transit to Europa. Those of you who don't remember me, well, you will. One of the after effects of long term cryogenic stasis is temporary memory loss. But rest assured, everything will come back to you, in the hours and days to come. In fact, you'll probably remember things that later you will wish you could have forgotten forever."
She smiled and chuckled, but all she got as a response from her still mostly numbed audience was stares and a couple of weak smiles. One of the 9 women raised her hand slowly, grimacing a bit at the pain of her sore muscles. She, like the others, was still suffering from the physical after effects of reanimation. Awakening from the coma-like state of cryogenic stasis wasn't like hopping out of your bed back home after a long, restful night's sleep. It took time -- between 6-9 hours -- for the cocktail of drugs flowing through the IV to reactivate internal organs and begin the rehabilitation of atrophied limbs. Under normal circumstances, it would take 6-9 days for most people to feel like their old normal pre-stasis selves again. In fact, Rita had brought each of the settlers here one at a time in wheel chairs, then helped each into a comfortable chair before returning to Stasis Prep for the next. Oh, they were all capable of standing and walking, but the transit from the stasis compartments to Planetside would have been impossible for most at this point.
Unfortunately, these were not normal circumstances.
"Are we there yet?" the woman asked with a voice so soft Rita almost didn't hear her. She added meekly, "Europa?"
Rita hesitated a moment, drawing and exhaling a deep breath that was meant to calm her. Should have pumped some of those drugs into my own veins, she thought. She had been practicing what she was going to say to the settlers once she had them assembled here, and still she had no idea how to do this. The doctor told herself, Rip the bandage off quick. Get it over with.
"So, good news and bad news," she said, quickly going on, "The good news first. You -- we! -- are in no danger. Please keep that in mind as I go on, because, well, the bad news is, well, it's shocking."
Rita searched for the words to begin with but couldn't find them. She looked to the tablet she clutched in her hands and saw the notes she'd compiled to answer the questions that she knew might possibly arise. She decided to use the notes as an outline, like when she'd studied Public Speaking back in 7th grade.
"The Europa Bound never left for Europa," she began. She glanced up, then down again. "The ship is still docked at the International Spaceship Assembly Station."
Rita hesitated a moment, then looked up to those before her for a long moment. She got some curious or confused expressions but little more. Despite being able to fully hear and understand what Rita was telling them, the settlers were still a bit too doped up to be able to react with fear, anger, dismay, or any of the other emotions a normal person might experience. She looked to her notes again, then continued.
"By established procedure, you all were put into cryogenic stasis six weeks before the scheduled departure of the Europa Bound," Rita went on, looking to her notes again. "This was done to enable the medical staff, me included, to monitor your response to stasis and perform any..."
She let the thought fade away, her mind already shifting to the really bad news that was the reason the settlers were still here.
"Between your entry into stasis and the ship's departure, a final shuttle was to bring some vital supplies. This shuttle didn't arrive." She stared at her notes for a moment more, then looked up at the others. Rita's eyes were glazed over, threatening her cheeks with a flow of tears. "There, there was a war. An exchange of, of nuclear missiles. ICBMs."
Despite their muted emotions, Rita could see some fear welling up in the faces of some of those before her. She looked down to her notes again, seeing a single tear splash onto the plastic of the tablet. She cleared her throat, set the tablet aside, and went on without it.
"I don't know who started it, the war, but, it doesn't really matter, does it? It's estimated that almost 500 detonations occurred. The United States. England and Europe. China and Russia, Pakistan and India. Even Australia. Korea and Japan were hit hard, so, who knows, it might have begun there. I don't really know."
"They're all dead," a man said calmly to Rita. When she didn't respond, he continued in a soft voice, "That many nukes. The radiation..."
"The presumption is that no one survived," Rita continued after the man's thought faded. "We lost contact with NASA almost immediately. ISAS Command established informal contact with some Europa Bound enthusiasts on the ground, but, soon enough they went quiet, too. We monitored the radiation levels for the first couple of months, but..."
She looked away, feeling more tears welling. She turned to retrieve her tablet, not because she needed it but because she wanted to wipe her eyes inconspicuously.
"Where's everyone?" a woman asked. When Rita's reaction showed that she didn't understand, the woman clarified, "There's only 15 of us. Where's everyone else?"
"We're all that's left," Rita answered after a moment. "The transit to Europa was to have taken 8 years, but in the case of an accident that forced abandoning the transit and attempting a return to Earth, the cryogenic system had been designed to keep all 224 of you in stasis for as much as 30 years."
"Where's everyone?" the woman repeated, more pointedly this time as her own eyes began to glaze over. She said knowingly, "They're dead, too. Aren't they?"
"How long were we in stasis," someone asked. The group was finally beginning to show a little life as they both regained some of their control over their emotions and the reasons for becoming emotional arose. Someone asked, "What are you hiding? What aren't you telling us?"
"You've been in stasis for 552 years," Rita said over the top of the rising voices. When the room fell silent once more, she continued, "You entered stasis in 2187. It is now 2739. 14 November 2739, to be more precise."
There were mixed emotions to the revelation, but then the question arose again, "Where's everyone else? Where are the rest of the people who went into stasis?"
Suddenly, many of the 14 were asking about friends, family, and acquaintances by name, wanting to know whether they were dead or waiting to be reanimated or what. Rita tried to politely wave the group to silence, but the emotions were finally awake and exploding forth from many of those before her. She raised a hand to her mouth, forming her fingers, and let loose with a shrill whistle that echoed off the walls of the Planetside and brought silence once again.
"We here are all that's left," she said after a moment. "I'm sorry. The cryogenic system simply hadn't been designed for what was asked of it. There were 224 of you on the ship, plus 48 crew on the station. I don't have all the details about what happened to the station crew. I was put into stasis 101 days after the war. Me and 4 other Cryogenic Techs. They wanted someone familiar with the system and the situation on Earth to be here to help you all when you were reanimated."
"They're all dead?" someone asked through emotional sobs. "How? Why them?"
"A priority was assigned to those in stasis," Rita began, tapping an icon on her tablet to bring up a Directive that had been written after she'd entered stasis. "In the case that the system couldn't support all of us, certain beds were deenergized and their resources diverted to the other dead beds."
Rita grimaced immediately upon her unfortunate use of the term. There was a bit of an unhappy grumble amongst the still living, but she ignored it and continued as she paraphrased the Directive. "The Europa Bound's AI was programmed to reanimate one of the 5 Cryo Techs for the purpose of reanimating the survivors under one of three circumstances. If contact was made with an official at either NASA or ISAS's ground station, a person with the authorization codes necessary to give commands to the AI or a Command crew member, who would then be reanimated."
"Did someone contact us?" someone asked hopefully.
"Or," Rita continued after shaking her head no, "the AI determined that the remaining number of survivors could be reanimated to live aboard the ship and or the station using the available resources--"
"Can we live here?" yet another hopeful voice asked.
"No," Rita answered. "Although we have power, CO2 scrubbing, and some other vital systems on the station, both Hydroponics compartments were compromised, as were three storage compartments that contained most of our food and four of the eight tanks holding the station's water. The ship has a working Hydroponics System, but--"
"We have nothing to grow, or not enough of it," a man knowingly finished for Rita. When she nodded confirmation, he asked, "So, what was the third reason for the AI to get us all out of bed?"
For the first time since she'd been reanimated, Rita smiled. She tapped at her tablet, and as the lights began to dim to their normal minimal illumination, the drapes behind her began pulling aside. Beyond the glass, Earth made her presence known. Although the Europans had seen the planet from other viewing points, they'd never seen her like this. The sun was out of sight to the left at about 110 degrees relative, which left most of the globe below in shadow. In contrast to the pre-war period, when the lights of hundreds of cities could be seen on every continent but the southernmost one, the night time portion of Earth was bathed in post-apocalyptic darkness. Rita gave them all a moment to appreciate the view and contemplate the changes, then turned to look at their barely visible faces.
"We're going home," she said. Rita could see just enough of them in the dark to recognize several different reactions. "The third reason for waking us was that radiation levels on the planet had returned to the point that it was safe for us to return."
"We're going down there?" a woman asked with obvious concern in her voice. "Isn't everything dead?"
"The AI says no," Rita answered. "While we were all in stasis, the AI has been monitoring conditions on the planet. Plant life has flourished. The AI says some animals with a lower Trophic level position should have--"
"Trophic what?" someone cut in.
"Trophic level," Rita repeated. "Animals lower on the food chain. Primary consumers. Herbivores. There may even be some secondary consumers. Carnivores."
"But no humans," someone said, a statement, not a question.
Rita didn't immediately respond but eventually answered, "No. Not a chance. The nukes. The radiation. Anything higher on the food chain than, maybe, insects or some fish, maybe some reptile or amphibian species. There's the possibility that some smaller mammals survived, but--"
"Birds?"
"Maybe, I don't honestly know," Rita answered. By now some of the 15 had risen and moved up to the glass to look down upon the planet. Other than the fact that there were no lights to be seen, you would never have known that there had been a nuclear apocalypse down there. "The AI can't tell us anything about what may or may not have survived. It can only tell us that there are no indications of humans civilization. No electricity. No radio signals."
"No help spelled out on a beach with logs or stones," someone quipped. There was an actually chuckle amongst the Europans, which made Rita smile again. Someone asked, "But, we're going down there, right? It's safe now?"
"The AI says so," Rita answered. There was a bit of excitement rising in the group. But as she scanned the faces lit up a bit more by the sunlight reflecting off Earth's daylight side, she could also see some apprehension there as well. "The AI searched for areas with safe radiation levels and a return of adequate plant life, which would also indicate the likelihood of lower Trophic level animal life. It found 7 of these zones, all in the southern hemisphere. But because of orbital patterns, time restrictions, and other factors that the AI tried to explain but I didn't understand, we can only safely reach one of them with one of the station's escape shuttles."
"Which one?" someone asked excitedly. "Where are we going?"
There was an short exchange between some of the Europans who were excited about what Rita was explaining and some others who were skeptical about the concept of returning to a radiated planet. But when Rita reminded them that staying up here meant certain death, and one of the male Europans agreed with her, adding his two cents about the return, the group went relatively quiet once more.
"Where are we going to settle?" one of the woman asked. She reminded them, "We're settlers. Let's go settle something."
There was some laughter and some snarky comments both.
"Right there," Rita said, stepping over to the glass and pointing down to the planet. "Just coming into the daylight."
As they watched, the continent of South America began to reveal itself in the approaching sunlight. And it seemed from the reaction of the more hopeful Europans that the place Rita was indicating was a welcome deduction. She watched in silence as the continent continued to light up, then smiled.
"The Amazon."
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