Self Discovery, a Micro Story

Self Discovery
By
Ian Brazee-Cannon


How many times have I died now?
After being in pain for so long, you have no choice but to get used to it.
Every moment is pain now.
I remember the rush and panic, everyone pushing to get to the escape pods.
The engines had gone critical.
I was already suited up, ready for work. I ended up in an airlock somehow.
Then in space.
The ship exploded. I was floating directionless.
I watched the stars, thousands of brilliant points of light breaking
through the dark reaches of eternity.
It was glorious.
I accepted my fate, decided to enjoy the sights I was seeing.
I would be the only one to ever see this exact arrangement of the universe.
Then I died.
When I woke up from death, lost in pain, I was cold and hungry,
couldn't breath.
How long have I been out there?
Have I become one of those immortals I have heard about?
Immortality hurts. I would rather have just died.
I’ve gained a great respect for death.
I drift, unable to die, hoping the homing signal of this suit still works.
While I am enjoying the view, I wouldn’t mind a break from dying.
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If you enjoyed this micro story, you can find more fiction from this universe in my collection
‘Onward Into Infinity’.

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