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Every Planet We Reach Is Dead
They traveled through space, ever deeper, searching, always searching.
What were they searching for? The youngest, a girl, always asked. She tried to stay strong, to be the spine made of steel.
The others did not know she cried when they were turned away, their eyes closed to her harsh reality.
"Another planet!" the blue-haired one cried, unexpectedly.
The eldest, dark of face, controls in hand, pulled nearer. A black glow was cast suddenly over their faces.
"It's dead," she whispered.
The Satanist, unusually quiet, steered them away through clouds of milky white, shining stars, stars that winked at them like shimmering diamonds burning against the black empty.
None kept track of the time spent searching for the next. "Another dead," she whispered mournfully, small hand over her heart, tears sparkling in gem coloured eyes.
They did not count dead planets, they could not count the live.
Most planets they came upon had long since ceased living.
Each planet was darkened, each had a charred look. Some had slight, decaying glow. The colours of the glow varied, some glowing a soft, blood red, others a strange, dim orange.
She sniffled, hugging herself. How many dead would there be, could there be? She was frightened, they could not see that. Would they stay strong if she gave in?
She gazed at the men, her gaze soft, pleading, but they were all intent on other things. Her eyes sparkled from hot moisture, her hands ripped at one another. The tallest sat beside the Satanist, both immensely silent.
The black man was nodding off in a chair, and she was ready to escort him to bed, but she remained vigilant, watching for planets, seeing none.
"Where are all the planets?" her voice was barely audible. "Are there none living?" she whimpered, and turned, hiding her tears, running, running to nowhere.
They would find her wherever she turned.
No one was searching, only for planets that were lifeless, black, charred. Why is every planet we reach dead? She moaned in her head. She rocked on her heels, composing herself with each motion.
She sighed and returned to the control room, watching the screen intently. Stars zoomed by on an ebony backdrop, but she only noticed the emptiness.
"It's so empty," the blue-haired man said, his voice filled with aching depression and an unfathomable wisdom. She looked up at him, wondering, always wondering. He truly was an enigma, though he was about as bright as the space around them at times.
Her heart ached, she saw no more planets.
A black lump loomed ahead of them, and she choked back a sob. Dead, she thought.
"S'dead," the eldest muttered. "They're all dead."
"Then why do we keep searching? We'll never find one live!" she protested. He sighed.
"We might, someday," he said with slight conviction. "We jus' 'ave to keep searching." he nodded slightly and turned. She broke down and began sobbing, began to let them see what she had been hiding.
The largest man was at her side.
"Why didn't you tell us?" he demanded. She moaned, her eyes covered. "Why, why, why," he said softly.
"I didn't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt anyone," she wiped tears away furiously.
"You're not hurting us, you're hurting yourself." he argued, picking her up and holding her. "You're suffering. We can't keep searching. We just can't--"
"Shut up!" the Satanist yelled suddenly. "We have to. Just put 'er t'rest."
"Why?" she choked out weakly. The blue-haired one looked at the Satanist.
"Why?" he echoed.
"Why? Why?" he began. "I--I" he looked around as if in sudden realization. "I don't know."
END!
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