Thread: ..::Across the Universe::.. [ Raiden & Ironic ]

Earth. A beautiful and mysterious planet swirling in the galaxy called the Milky Way. Slowly the planet danced to the Sun's gravity, it's radiant rays casting down on the different mixtures of green and blue, enriching the life that inhabited it. For thousands of years, the Earth and Sun had a wonderful relationship together, until unfortunately something very wrong was happening to the Earth's beloved twinkling star. The hydrogen fusion in its core that was once alive has finally stopped, causing the Sun to undergo severe changes and become a red giant. For years, the Sun continued to grow without end, the once calm and lively Earth now changing into a hot and dry one. The beautiful blue and clear ocean's were now dried up and containing little to no water. Livestock and other sources of meat quickly died off, and the plants and tree's gradually died without water and due to the outstanding heat. In utter desperation and before the planet had gotten too bad, researchers, scientists, engineers, and many more science professions gathered together to create a spaceship named Godspeed . One that could travel for hundreds of years to get to a recently found inhabitable planet called Centauri-Earth. The planet was very similar to Earth, containing the essential needs for life and re-population, but... there was a catch to it. Dangerous new species lived amongst the lands, species that weren't truly identified, but were known to be very dangerous. Therefore, instead of selecting random passengers to board the ship, they had chosen the best fitted. Biologist, Chemists, Military, Engineers, Scientists, Astronauts, Microbiologists, and many more to help control the planet. It would take approximately 300 years to get to Centauri-Earth, therefore making it impossible for the people who were needed the most to live on the planet wouldn't live long enough to set foot on the new soil. That was when scientists discovered a preservation called cryogenically freezing. This process allows one to be frozen without causing the damage of it. Of course, tubes and monitors would have to travel down the esophagus to ensure no harm, but other than that, the method was proven to hold promising results. Passengers of up to 2,000 people would stay aboard the ship, carrying on generation after generation and leader after leader. They guided the ship to its desired course. Godspeed held three different levels. The Feeder Level contains a medical center, farm, town for the citizens to live in, greenhouse, recordedlibrary hall, and the basementstock room where Amy and the others would be stored at. Also, their source of the Sun was a giant solar lamp, giving off the same warmth and enrichment the sun would. The Shipper Level contained the research labs and engine room. Last but not least was the Keeper Level, having Elder and Eldest Quarters, learning center, and the 'Great Room' where the Eldest leader of the ship would gather the passengers for meetings and updates. This is when our character, Amy, comes into play. Amy's father is apart of the military, specializing in war equipment, while her mother specializes in biology. At first, no one but the desired people were allowed to tag along, but fortunately Amy was given permission to travel aboard the final chapter in the history of Earth as they knew it. Year 2053 The color of the sky glowed a mysterious shade of red and orange, flames seeming to pierce the once known and beloved blue skies. Amy's life would soon change forever. The friends that she use to know and the relatives she once held dear into her heart would only be nothing more than just a memory. Today, she had to say goodbye, knowing that she would never face them again, at least alive. Sighing softly on the bumpy car ride towards the space station, Amy placed her palm on her cheek. Peering out of the window she watched as the endless desert whizzed past her that was once green and full of grass and other life. What a shame... She thought to herself, shaking her head in disgust. Her long ginger hair laid against her shoulders and back, her bright green eyes continuing to scan the outside of the window. Amy's father, Randy, watched in the review mirror at his daughter's unsettling facial expressions. He wished that he could take the pain away, restore Earth back to its natural state, but no matter how hard he wished he knew that nothing was capable of restoring Earth. The only option left was what they were doing now. Everything will be okay sweetie... Saundra, Amy's mother, spoke softly to her daughter, feeling the unsettling air pass by her in her passenger seat. Amy always admired her parents, knowing well that they wouldn't do anything that would harm her, but she couldn't help but bite the side of her cheek, anticipating the outcome of this all. Who gets frozen for 300 years just to be thawed back out and live on a new planet? This was completely crazy, something you read in a book or watched in a movie! Unfortunately, this was now the reality she had to face along with many others. At least she and her parents were fortunate enough to be spared with their lives, other's having to be left on Earth to suffer until the bitter end of the planet. Yeah... murmuring softly, she sunk into her seat and nestled in closer to her folded arms, trying to shut herself out from the world like a typical 20 year old would do. It was still hard for her to understand why fate had to play out this way, but what was done was done. Seeming like forever, the trio finally arrived to their destination. Parking their car in an open parking space, they gathered their luggage, containing clothes, pictures of the old Earth that they once knew and loved along with family members and friends. Anything that was deemed valuable in their eyes was carried along their journey with them. Amy couldn't help but feast her eyes on the new area, Godspeed right alongside the space station. Damn! Would you look at that beauty! Randy marveled as he gazed upon his new gigantic home. Truly and utterly amazing... Walking silently down the halls, they all were directed inside the storage unit of the ship, being the last group of people to be cryo frozen. With each step, Amy's heart pounded strongly inside of her thoracic cavity. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't turn back, and the was the scary part of it. The seconds seemed to be hours, time slowing down. Sucking in a deep breath of air, she released it, calming her down slightly. Three glass boxes laid on the floor, tubes and machines sitting alongside of them, all ready to hook up into each individual. Gulping at the frog that formed in her throat, she swallowed hard, facing her reality now. Mom, Dad... She muttered, twiddling her fingers together. I love you guys no matter what. We love you too. Saundra replied, giving Amy a plump kiss on her forehead, Randy soon after kissing her head too. Indeed. Randy responded, giving Amy a firm rub on the back. The man that was administering the freezing procedure entered, his yellow gloves fitting nicely on his hand, his dark brown eyes meeting theirs. Good evening. Ready to jump into the future? Attempting the break the ice and calm some nerves, it didn't seem to do much. Chuckling in an embarrassed manner, he cleared his throat and began to talk again. Who wants to go first? I know this will be awkward for you all but I need you to undress yourself. This is necessary. Amy felt rather uncomfortable, shuffling on her feet and waiting for someone else to call first dibs, and luckily, Randy raised his hand, nodded his head in agreement. I'll go first... All of them began to undress, wrapping their hands over their private area's, feeling embarrassed and shy, trying to avoid eye contact. Alright Randy. Your number will be 45. Saundra, 46, and Amy, 47. The man pointed above the rows of fridges, their slots being open and waiting for the boxes to enter in, locking them up for 300 years in a deep sleep. Please lay on your back on the box, please. Complying to his request, Randy sighed softly, stepping inside of the glass box and laying flat on his back. His body began to shake, Amy not knowing if it's nerves or the coldness of it. I'm going to place this gel in your eyes. It's going to glue them shut, but it's for the purpose of not ruining your vision. And with that, he took his eyes and applied a generous amount of the substance to each, his eyes now being shut completely. Grabbing the tubes that looked similar to the ones found in a ventilator, the man positioned himself and cleared his throat. These are tubes with wires in them. They help us know your organs vital signs, and allows us to make sure you're okay. Your heart will stop and your lungs will stop, but you will still be alive. You will be asleep, dreaming. And with that, he shoved the tubes inside of her father, Amy cringing as Randy coughed and choked as he was forced to swallow them down. The man stood up to grab a hose, placing it in the glass box. For the final step, I will now fill the box with the cryo fluid. I won't see you again, unfortunately, but I do pray that your travel will be safe and prosperous. Flicking on the machine, it began to fill Randy's tank, instantly becoming a solid. The process took around a minute to fill the entire box, and as soon as he was finished, he slid him in fridge number 45, closing the door and sealing it shut. Who's next? Amy's mother walked forward, doing the same as Randy and eventually being locked into her frozen chamber until it was time to thaw. And now it was Amy's turn. She was petrified. She wanted to make a break for it, run away and hide. Her parent's were locked away now, and here she was, standing nude in front of a stranger. I promise it will be quick. Don't worry. His voice was soft and reassuring, and somehow she felt comforted and safe. Nodding softly, she laid her back on the hard glass, goosebumps forming on her skin. It was so fucking cold! ... It's really c-c-cold... Nervously Amy stuttered out, wanting to cover herself but was forced to lay her hands flat against the surface. I hope this 300 years will go by fast. The man didn't reply, instead he took the eye gel and opened up her green apple eyes, smearing the gel on. It was cold and clumpy, her eye forced to be sealed. It was terrifying to know that she wasn't able to open her eyes. Feeling a panic attack wanting to burst out of her, she bit her tongue, forcing herself to settle down. Pitch darkness was all she could see besides the faint light of the lights on the ceiling. She wanted her mom and dad. She wanted them to stroke her sunfire hair and tell her it was okay. But it was too late now. Open wide and swallow these tubes as if you were eating them. Opening her mouth for her, he began to insert the tubes. It scraped her esophagus, coughing and wanting to cough them up. Swallow! He demanded, and she quickly obeyed, clenching her hands to fight back the pain and burning sensation her throat felt down to her stomach. Everything was uncomfortable. Her heart raced, she wanted to breathe, but found herself feeling okay even without her lungs moving their natural rhythm. Without warning her chamber was filled with the liquid, making her jump slightly from the sting of it. It was the coldest thing she ever experienced, but as it continued to fill out, she seemed to feel more calmer and relaxed. Her mind was switching on and off consciousness, slowly slipping off into a dream state. The last thing she remembers was hearing the steaming sound of pressure as the fridge door closed. ........ I am as silent as death. Do this Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ears. Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not... It is the silence that drives me mad. The silence that drives the nightmares to me. Because... what if I am dead? .... Dreams are like that they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they're never real. They're never real, and I hate them because they aren't. .... More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass....