An out of tune G-Chord floated through the cool interior of the spaceship. I sighed, fiddling with the archaic piece of musical equipment. I smiled at the character of the Gibson and looked around me at the cold machinery, with a frown growing more prevalent on my features. It'd been 6 months since I'd seen a human settlement and the loneliness was starting to cause my mind to do unpleasant things to me.
"Approaching Alpha Epsilon Theta, George." The computer's voice was the only voice I'd heard in a long while. I stood, putting the guitar over my shoulder, and heading to the cock pit. I would call it a bridge but honestly it's barely big enough for me to pace in. I ran a hand through my hair and sat down in my worn leather chair, looking at the screen.
"Are we within visual range?"
"Yes, George. Should I open hailing frequencies?"
"Yes, audio and video please." I waited patiently. No video feed popped up but a grainy auto response popped up from the colonies computer.
"Apologies, traveler. Presently the colony is in a state that would be considered unwelcome to visitors. Please continue on." I raised my brow and leaned forward. The message popped on again and I shook my head. There was a Scyntilian Plague that spanned the system but I was hoping this colony would have been removed enough to land. I sighed. Another few days alone. I stood and walked to my room. The door quietly opened and shut behind me. I wish I was back on a planet or something where doors slammed. I was so frustrated about the loneliness.
I took off my Gibson and tossed it onto my bed, walking to my mirror. My face has changed; and more than just my facial hair. It had thinned, and my hair looked bushier. I smirked. My pale green eyes still stood out as the best feature on my face. I took a deep breath and frowned. My last moment with someone had been a bad one, yet I craved the interaction. At this point I would kill for Angela to be here, cussing me out, like the drunkard she is. I punched the counter, feeling the cheap stone crack under my fist. I grimaced and pulled my fist back, looking at the blood begin to ooze from the wound.
"George, do you-"
"Shut it Sylvia." The computers voice feed ceased and I sighed,alone again. I grabbed a towel and wiped my knuckles. The blood was the only reminder i had left that I was human.I went to my bed, and picked up my guitar. I struck the chords, softly at first, humming to myself. Her favorite song. I sang the song with a heavy heart and mind full of decay. I wouldn't be able to do this much longer...
The monster was beginning to win...
[...to be continued]
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