I suppose I must divulge a little bit into this before I begin my tale.
Legacy means something you leave to someone after you, your children, a
business, it doesn't really matter who or what, this story is about what
you leave.
Prologue.
Stars passed past the small bedroom window, a young boy dreamt, dreamt that he was flying through space. Yes, he was the greatest pilot ever, everyone he met shook hands with him like he was a long lost friend. Then the stars, he swung around in a vacuum, he was drifting further and further away.
He turned his head, it strained the tendons in his neck to do so. A great golden globe blazed about a mile away from him, he carried on drifting, faster and faster, dot streaked in front of his eyes, the heat was building in his joints, he tried to float back, but the gravity had gotten him, he was on a collision course with Alpha Centauri, he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out, only a screech, like a mouse caught in a lawnmower.
A voice began joining in with his own scream. "I don't know, Ms Etal, your son's fever is soaring, he's lost consciousness." A different voice soothed his thoughts, and his descent slowed, like a giant hand pinching his neck, and stretching his skin. "What can you do for him? Doctor Cazarn said his condition would gradually get better...."
"Ms Etal! Doctor Cazarn is still under suspect of Professional Misconduct, and your son's case is extremely severe if he was a..er.. normal...person, he would already be dead." The boy carried on with his decent towards the star, a burning pain rose to his heart, and his vision fluctuated left and right, up and down, then from black to white.
"Oh, I hadn't realised it had come to that." He began to recognise that soothing voice, like it was programmed into his own subconscious, maybe it was the voice that sang to him at night as a baby.
"Yes Ms Etal, I think the only real option is to take him to a proper medical facility, where they can treat his condition with the proper drugs." The first voice was cold, almost like the robot voice set into the vid games he played.
The sun was less than a hundred meters from him, the pain in his heart was now almost unbearable now, like something inside of him had gotten tired of hanging around inside a useless thing like him, and decided to pack it's bags and leave, and now it was using his chest as the door.
The sun was almost touching him now, he reached out instinctively, and his arm recoiled, it was too late for him, his fluids boiled, and all his body froze, then crystallised instantly, his body pressure soared, and he exploded.
Then everything went black.
"AARRRGGHHHH!" He flung his head forward, but there was no sun, no body parts hitting the sides of passing star-ships, and certainly no death, all there was, was him, naked from the waist up, screaming inside the intensive care ward.
Prologue.
Stars passed past the small bedroom window, a young boy dreamt, dreamt that he was flying through space. Yes, he was the greatest pilot ever, everyone he met shook hands with him like he was a long lost friend. Then the stars, he swung around in a vacuum, he was drifting further and further away.
He turned his head, it strained the tendons in his neck to do so. A great golden globe blazed about a mile away from him, he carried on drifting, faster and faster, dot streaked in front of his eyes, the heat was building in his joints, he tried to float back, but the gravity had gotten him, he was on a collision course with Alpha Centauri, he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out, only a screech, like a mouse caught in a lawnmower.
A voice began joining in with his own scream. "I don't know, Ms Etal, your son's fever is soaring, he's lost consciousness." A different voice soothed his thoughts, and his descent slowed, like a giant hand pinching his neck, and stretching his skin. "What can you do for him? Doctor Cazarn said his condition would gradually get better...."
"Ms Etal! Doctor Cazarn is still under suspect of Professional Misconduct, and your son's case is extremely severe if he was a..er.. normal...person, he would already be dead." The boy carried on with his decent towards the star, a burning pain rose to his heart, and his vision fluctuated left and right, up and down, then from black to white.
"Oh, I hadn't realised it had come to that." He began to recognise that soothing voice, like it was programmed into his own subconscious, maybe it was the voice that sang to him at night as a baby.
"Yes Ms Etal, I think the only real option is to take him to a proper medical facility, where they can treat his condition with the proper drugs." The first voice was cold, almost like the robot voice set into the vid games he played.
The sun was less than a hundred meters from him, the pain in his heart was now almost unbearable now, like something inside of him had gotten tired of hanging around inside a useless thing like him, and decided to pack it's bags and leave, and now it was using his chest as the door.
The sun was almost touching him now, he reached out instinctively, and his arm recoiled, it was too late for him, his fluids boiled, and all his body froze, then crystallised instantly, his body pressure soared, and he exploded.
Then everything went black.
"AARRRGGHHHH!" He flung his head forward, but there was no sun, no body parts hitting the sides of passing star-ships, and certainly no death, all there was, was him, naked from the waist up, screaming inside the intensive care ward.
