MOON CELL
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The human woke. Looked around and realized a memory of this place. He recalled the first experience, then the several since.
The first time he remembered he had woken to the floor opening, sliding under him. Falling into a ramp that flung him onto rubble of concrete and metal, of chunks, and spikes.
The last time he woke here, he was in his elongated bubble of transparent something, then, instead of the sliding floor, there was a pump handle in a slot of the bubble.
He moved carefully in the lower gravity, he assumed that he was on the moon.
Yesterday he had sprained his wrist, the time before that he had broken his ankle in panic as he tried to use full gravity reflex in much lower gravity.
The pump.
He tried to move it and failed, he could see the pin locking it.
The other end of the bubble was open to the pit of rubble. There was a stone looking bowl or jug under the pump spout with a thin tube that emptied into a cup depression on his side of the bubble.
This was different from earlier times, as he could actually see outside the bubble.
He watched, warily as a figure moved in the dim lighting outside the bubble. “Why are you doing this? I am the elected president of the global governance council.”
The reply was simple, “I have a job for you, and, as you may have noticed, the government on Earth has no relevance here.”
“What the fuck do you mean by a job? I’m not doing a damn thing for you. I have rights.”
A slight chuckle, “Of course you do. Life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, just like the people on earth that you rule. You are alive and as for liberty, the door is open and you are free to leave. If you wish to pursue happiness, you need a job.”
“That is bullshit, the door opens to a drop into death, the life you speak of is locked in this cage, and I should not need to accept your job to pursue happiness.”
“Well, those are the conditions available here, where I rule. You don’t have to accept them, but there you are. If you don’t want to work, then don’t. If you change your mind, rattle the pump handle and I’ll be back to discuss the terms of employment available.”
The figure turned away into the dark. and gazed out from this gravity to a local star that was well into red giant events. Wondered why it had volunteered for this.
The sound of the pump handle eventually happened. “I want you to fill this jug every day. It will require considerable effort on your part of the employment, once the jug is filled you may pump to fill your bowl. Agreed?”
The president had lasted almost two weeks. Starvation and dehydration left him too weak to pump the handle the two hundred fifty six times to fill the jug, and then the sixteen to fill his cup.
The figure with the job deal did not return. After the sixteenth pump for his water, the pin locked the handle for the day, as he watched the jug empty slowly over hours through seepage into the dirt.
That was the last time.
This time, he could see another bubble some meters away. He also understood that he would wake up in his suite in the capital of GGC, Global Governance Council palace.
He remembered his dreams. This is a dream.
Inside the other bubble a man woke up, and thrashed around in panic at the lower gravity. The president yelled and waved to get the attention of the other guy.
It became apparent, that the other man could not see outside his bubble. Nor could he hear any noise the president could make.
The figure appeared approaching the other guy. The president could only see the back of the figure, but the other man was obviously aware of the figure outside his bubble. The man was angry and shouting but there was no sound of his ranting the president could hear.
The figure allowed the man to wind down, and then spoke. “Talk about why you are here. Explain your behavior.”
The president could hear that, and watched as the other man began another defiant rant of invective, which the president could now hear as well.
“You edited the video. Isn’t that why you are here?”
The president watched as the other man looked down and realized the floor was sliding out from under him, then fall.
“That was your thug that killed grandmother, her daughter, and her son. The murder that you justified. The video edit you authorized to confuse the public. Your legal advisors agreed that the truth is a threat to global security, thus, under the constitution, classified as legal, and secret.”
The figure turned away into the dark. Understanding that it could be grandfather, father and son, savoring a job of vengeance ridding the universe of that criminal scum.
The president noticed that Oliver Scott, the GGC Information Control Agency officer, was waking up in the other cell.
Again.
Apparently more cautious about the gravity, and he looked scared and just barely on this end of reason. Then Oliver, saw the other cell, a few meters away, and then shocked further by recognizing the president of the GGC!
“Mr. president, I…”
The president was saying something but the ICA officer could not hear the words.
“I can’t hear you, sir.”
The president looked annoyed, then pointed at his own ear and then at officer Scott, nodding. Then the president clearly, drew a zipper over his mouth and pointed at Scott again.
“You can hear me? And to shut up? What the fuck is going on here? I just fell about 20 meters and died, I can still feel my bones breaking and that rebar stabbing my guts… Fuck this, and fuck you. I did not sign up for this crap.”
The figure moved near the cell of Scott. “Actually officer Scott, you did sign up for this. If you could hear the lies of your president, he might tell you that this is a dream, and that you will wake up and be free and alive again.
Unfortunately that is true for you, one time to wake, then this again. The end has come for your president, however.”
Both men watched as the floors of their bubbles opened half way then stopped. The figure turned back to the dark, leaving the scum to fate.
Oliver Scott, officer of authority in the ICA, looked over at the president but could no longer see inside that cell. For hours Oliver ranted and planned and pleaded in rambling dissertations, various silences and vehement outburst.
The president could see and hear the officer, and the the last words of the figure in his memory. “…end has come…”
Hours, then the thirst. Hours of anxiety and hate. The final hours of exhaustion of ravening dessication. The floor sliding under him.
Officer Scott woke to the blaring announcement of a mandatory information alert from the Global Governance Council, office of the President.
The President is dead, as the sun rises and weather dances over the earth, no cause of death reported, more news as we get it. Buy a new car! On sale. Your wife will like your new manly performance, buy the improved ERECTA supplement.
Which dream is the dream?
The message to officer Scott excused his presence and testimony in regards to his heroic defense against the terrorist family, to be postponed due to administrative changes.
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The day ended. The last dream began in a bubble cell and a gravity of about one fifth of earth normal. Under a ruddy red of an ancient star.