[SF] Ambrosia

Part 2 I dreamt for the first time last night (are you sure?). I was gliding down a corridor of chrome with the sounds of distant machinery echoing off the walls. Slipping onwards and onwards, my legs were not working of their own volition. I moved forwards on what I am now coming to think may have been a conveyor belt of some kind, to what end I am not sure. The machinery bellowed around me as if it were some giant creature beating out a rhythm upon a monolithic drum. Pain seared from one end of my body to the other, and yet I could not call out. My mouth flapped but no sound escaped. The pain was unbearable, it felt as if every nerve ending was being inspected individually with a red hot needle. I thought my brain was about to melt, hellfire jumped across my synapses sending my body into uncontrollable spasms. And when I thought I could take no more, it stopped. I was completely at peace. Serene, afloat a pool of soothing water (death will come for you). I never wanted to wake, I wanted to forever be submerged in that glorious liquid but, it was not to last. Ambrosia tipped me cruelly from my resting place, to lay languid and naked upon the cold floor. Laughter pierced my ears like the call of the devil’s carrion and he gave me my instructions for the day. He left me there on that floor to carry out his own unknowable tasks. I forced myself to my feet and headed for the port observation deck which is where I stand now. Looking upon the majesty of the universe, a disquiet enters my soul. I gaze upon the glittering diamonds and wonder where we are headed to. A gas giant hangs in the ethereal black many miles off the starboard bow, rings of ice and debris slowly orbit the celestial body. Within the rings themselves, sitting proudly, five or so larger moons spin around the giant like children around a mother. It’s a beautiful spectacle, a sight to behold and yet I feel no reverence for the beauty of this universe I find myself unwillingly occupying. I turn away from the planet, focusing on the mundane surroundings I am stood in. Contemplating where we came from and where we are going to, I head to the sealed door. I intended to find Ambrosia today to ask him where we hailed from, all my memory of the time before has departed me; all I have left is the now. I was going to do all that was in my power to find out why we are out here, but he was nowhere to be found (perhaps he's nowhere at all). I have elected to give up on my endeavour (you’d receive no answers anyway, you fool) and set off in search of some other life upon this ship. Ever since I awakened (however long ago that was) I have yet to see or hear another being aboard this godforsaken ship and there has been no contact or any form of incoming broadcast replete with instructions and updates on how our ‘mission’ is progressing. There must be some form of intention to this sojourn into the abyss but I do not recall ever being told it (you are unworthy of that knowledge, you are nothing) and I intend to find someone who will tell me. The door is stiff as I turn the centre wheel to equalise the pressure within and without this observation room, it gives and I push it open stepping into the hall. I know not which way I should head in my endeavour to find answers, so I elect to begin my search in portions of the ship I have yet to visit. There are three whole decks above the four I have accessed that I have not been to, all my workings so far have been confined solely to decks four through seven, so I decide to start on deck three. It’s a long walk from here, with the observation deck being towards the aft of deck seven, but I have little to do and I don’t care to wait around too long should Ambrosia find me and yell at me for standing still. I set off.

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