{"id":3265,"date":"2015-06-13T15:33:35","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:33:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stillwellgray.ca\/blog\/?p=3265"},"modified":"2015-12-10T16:07:17","modified_gmt":"2015-12-10T21:07:17","slug":"day-835-continued-prompt-los-evening","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stillwellgray.ca\/blog\/day-835-continued-prompt-los-evening\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 835 – Continued Prompt: Lo’s Evening"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Part 1<\/a> – Part 2<\/a><\/p>\n

After a day of hard work, Lo and Ham wait in line at the rations window for their weekly food allowance. Lo’s family are the only humans on this station, but everyone eats the same things. This has never seemed strange.<\/p>\n

Waiting in line, they hear the day’s gossip: injuries, deaths, illnesses. Family fights and reminders of the station’s history; petty squabbles and grand ideas. Ham and Lo listen, but offer little, just enough to keep conversation.<\/p>\n

The two take a longer way home, avoiding known problems and keeping to themselves. Lo is still reciting the refinery’s manual; many interruptions this afternoon had put him behind. Twice they pause in the shadows of an airlock to allow larger, more violent others by.<\/p>\n

Shay has arrived first and is playing outside with Lo’s sisters Nu and Bett. Inside, her brother Fen is preparing the kitchen, bumping around on one leg and a cane. He takes the rations from Ham and Lo as they come through the door, stashing them quickly.<\/p>\n

An hour later, as they sit down to dinner, a conspicuous silence falls outside. The ever-present crush of voices and motion is completely gone. Ham looks to Shay, but she has already taken Nu and Bett to the back room. Ham steps out into the street and is met by two ten-foot Securities. Lo peeks out from behind his father; it has been two years since he last saw one of the massive robots.<\/p>\n

The Securities are silent and motionless, their red eyes pulsing slowly. Between them steps a familiar shape; it has been four years since Lo last saw another human he wasn’t related to. A woman in a white coat clutches a bag and moves nervously around the machines.<\/p>\n

“Hello, Ham”, she says, extending her hand. She speaks their home language and she knows one of their names. “I’m Jess.”<\/p>\n

“Hello, Jess,” Ham says, shaking it.<\/p>\n

“I’m Lo,” says Lo, from behind his father.<\/p>\n

“Hello, Lo,” Jess says.<\/p>\n

“Why are you here, Jess?” Ham is too abrupt.<\/p>\n

“Oh… I’m here to hear your names and write them down,” she pats the bag.<\/p>\n

Ham blinks.<\/p>\n

“Um, they told me to,” Jess continues, gesturing to the Securities.<\/p>\n

“Why?” Ham is abrupt again.<\/p>\n

Jess continues to look nervous. “The Company has been asked to catalog their human stock. There aren’t many of us left.”<\/p>\n

Lo doesn’t understand. Ham takes a long breath, and nods. He gestures a welcome to their home. Jess shakes her head.<\/p>\n

“No.. you don’t understand. We’re to take you away from here and write down your names. You don’t live here any more,” Jess almost manages to smile. “I told you, there aren’t many of us left.”<\/p>\n

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