Domus by D.S. Lillico

Author:D.S. Lillico
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-19T16:00:00+00:00

James Racker

I knew he could do it.

Captain Reed is one tough son-of-a-bitch and has surpassed all of us other Seekers in the military and survival training. I watched him try to escape those birds, and I watched Ex Materia fizz. I witnessed him fry all of them like I knew that he would.

This is why he was chosen as our leader, and why I will follow him anywhere.

“Pilot Racker, this is CETI,” the AI’s voice fizzes. “I have run the diagnosis from the video, and I can confirm that the organisms are Pterodactylus, a genus of pterosaurs whose members are popularly known as pterodactyls.”

“Thank you, CETI, but it’s a bit late. The Cap has already made the six of them extinct. Please take manual control to watch over the current triangulation. Warn the Seekers on the comms if anything large approaches the Dweller. Alert me if Captain Reed or Doctor Yun re-enter our current watching space.”

“With pleasure, Pilot Racker.”

“I thought I said to just call me Racker?”

“Did you? My apologies, but I have no recollection of this event. It has now been noted, Racker.”

I need to get some coffee. Staring at screens for almost eleven hours had given me square eyes. At least I managed to grab a few hours’ sleep, but it seems to have done nothing for these leaden eyelids of mine.

The Marauder is eerily silent now. The previous buzz and laugh of Seekers, and the bleeping and blooping that came from every floor has disappeared. It’s been replaced by silence everywhere except the bridge where electronic life still buzzed.

Only the silence isn’t silent. It is, but it isn’t. There is a constant burr all around the ship. It is that noise that you can hear just before your ears pop, but it is there all the time. I think my brain might be doing it just so I have company of noise. And my heartbeat, I can hear it amplified everywhere on the Marauder.

I have even started to sleep on the bridge. The constant buzz of screens and beeping is better than the ominous silence that isn’t silent everywhere else. I only leave when I need to shower or get a tall mug of Joe. But even the coffee is losing its edge.

Cabin fever. I think I might have it. I can feel myself slowly going stir crazy sat up here on my own.

The water boiler clicks and dispenses over the dried, instant granules until my mug is full. My brother got me the mug the day before the Seeker Project launched. I know he wouldn’t have picked it himself due to his autism, but the words on it always made me smile: ‘Flying is most the most fun you can have with your pants on.’

I guess the words are true, but I wouldn’t know yet.

There was never a girl for me. My childhood and teenage years were spent being the sole carer for Mitch. Flying was just a hobby for me, but my peers knew I was good.

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