minutes." Odyssey's artificial voice chimed in my ear, and then went quiet.
I barely heard her voice. My mind was fixed on the last thing I'd seen before the bulkhead had sealed closed at my back. Had that been a crew member? The facial expression had still been locked in a horrible grin, but the body was twisted and broken, yet shockingly it moved as if it were in no pain. Bones had protruded through flesh like barbs, and it had been making a weird, hissing, wheezing noise. Yet it had spoken clearly and articulately.
Had I crafted that evil with my own imagination? I needed help. I needed someone to talk to who could explain what was going on. What terrified me the most was that I might not understand if people were trying to help me. What if my mind was so far lost that I was trapped in this nightmare vision of reality forever? Was I running from the people trying to help me? Should I have waited in the hall for the twisted, female thing outside the door to grab me?
No. I couldn't do that. There was no way I could allow myself to sit by and allow things to happen. Perhaps it was irrational, but what else could I do? I had to react to what I perceived to be happening.
"James, honey, please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in fifteen minutes." Odyssey spoke up again, shaking me from my spinning circle of pointless debate. Had the computer called me honey? It hadn't felt like fifteen minutes had...
"Please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in one hour." Now I know that hadn't been fifteen minutes.
"Murderer, please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in one hour."
"What? Odyssey, what time is it?" I vocalized my confusion.
"Please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in four hours."
"Odyssey, what..."
“File your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in four hours."
Faster. "Odyssey, what time is..."
"File your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in one day. Failure to file a report within 48 hours of an incident could result in your family being devoured by unending darkness. You wouldn’t want that, would you?"
"Odyssey, initiate security report!" I shouted, eager to stop the cycle of madness issuing forth from the ship’s computer. It felt like the one thing I should be able to trust was the damned computer, and hearing it giving off a litany of insanity was only adding more fuel to the inferno of panic building inside of me.
"At the time of the original incident, I, Cadet Wright, was forced to lock the E13-305 audience chamber due to pursuit by a hostile and unknown third party. Recommend the door remain locked until said hostile party can be determined and dealt with by ship-board security. Also, Odyssey, please attach a request for a security scan of the deck for non-humans. Report complete." The report was lacking in detail, but I was hardly worried about being called out on it at that very moment. In fact, I almost welcomed a call from the security office. I welcomed a call from anyone who might be able to explain what was happening.
"It was
I barely heard her voice. My mind was fixed on the last thing I'd seen before the bulkhead had sealed closed at my back. Had that been a crew member? The facial expression had still been locked in a horrible grin, but the body was twisted and broken, yet shockingly it moved as if it were in no pain. Bones had protruded through flesh like barbs, and it had been making a weird, hissing, wheezing noise. Yet it had spoken clearly and articulately.
Had I crafted that evil with my own imagination? I needed help. I needed someone to talk to who could explain what was going on. What terrified me the most was that I might not understand if people were trying to help me. What if my mind was so far lost that I was trapped in this nightmare vision of reality forever? Was I running from the people trying to help me? Should I have waited in the hall for the twisted, female thing outside the door to grab me?
No. I couldn't do that. There was no way I could allow myself to sit by and allow things to happen. Perhaps it was irrational, but what else could I do? I had to react to what I perceived to be happening.
"James, honey, please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in fifteen minutes." Odyssey spoke up again, shaking me from my spinning circle of pointless debate. Had the computer called me honey? It hadn't felt like fifteen minutes had...
"Please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in one hour." Now I know that hadn't been fifteen minutes.
"Murderer, please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in one hour."
"What? Odyssey, what time is it?" I vocalized my confusion.
"Please file your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in four hours."
"Odyssey, what..."
“File your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in four hours."
Faster. "Odyssey, what time is..."
"File your security report in regards to the lock down of the E13-305 audience chamber in a timely fashion. This reminder will repeat in one day. Failure to file a report within 48 hours of an incident could result in your family being devoured by unending darkness. You wouldn’t want that, would you?"
"Odyssey, initiate security report!" I shouted, eager to stop the cycle of madness issuing forth from the ship’s computer. It felt like the one thing I should be able to trust was the damned computer, and hearing it giving off a litany of insanity was only adding more fuel to the inferno of panic building inside of me.
"At the time of the original incident, I, Cadet Wright, was forced to lock the E13-305 audience chamber due to pursuit by a hostile and unknown third party. Recommend the door remain locked until said hostile party can be determined and dealt with by ship-board security. Also, Odyssey, please attach a request for a security scan of the deck for non-humans. Report complete." The report was lacking in detail, but I was hardly worried about being called out on it at that very moment. In fact, I almost welcomed a call from the security office. I welcomed a call from anyone who might be able to explain what was happening.
"It was
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