I lay there at the blackened hollow, as my mind reflected on that crucial moment when i was at the tipping point. When my entire life changed in a instant.
The darkness which was the root cause of my predicament started creeping upon me. I could hear the flow of blood flowing towards my heart. I could hear the hurry of life while it tried to sustain the processes which in turn will run the machine it is attached to; me.
I started to mourn and would continue to do so forever. I was more than half alive. My heartbeat started slowing down and the rhythm of my breathing almost failed. I was thinking of a myth that humans had in their ancient culture.The Martian stood at the tall, shell-shaped window.
From the small space station hanging in the lonely waste of space, he viewed the softly lit blue-green planet far below. He had studied it for days now, not sleeping, nor allowing himself to dream, to keep himself alert.
Down there lived a race of primitive peoples who had not yet reached into space. They were unaware of the galaxy, their planet, or even their own capabilities. There was much to be done here to prepare for the coming of the minds.
He spotted a large white city, and a lush, green forest surrounding it. A large river wound through the forest, and then out in the distance he noticed a small clearing in the city. High white stone walls surrounded the cleared area, which showed a large assortment of vehicles, and buildings. It was a military base.
This city and the forest surrounding it would be the first of many to be cleansed of their inhabitants. The forest would be the major population center. The forest was filled with large round buildings, and large round white tents.
The Martian gazed down at the white stone wall that surrounded the city. It was smooth, and nearly identical to the rest of the stone walls surrounding the city. He imagined humans inside the wall, huddled together, wishing they could leave. It made him smile. They wouldn't leave. Soon.
He glanced out the window again. He was on- board Venus, orbiting the planet, near the small, gray, lunar-sized moon.
He stood next to the large window, studying the planet below and the space station near it.
The space station was old, and a second moon had formed near it. The moon was slowly growing larger, slowly evolving.
He turned to look at his picture, the first of the human race, which adorned the wall across from him.
They wouldn't leave.
The mission had been on Mars for many, many years, mapping the area, studying the inhabitants. The subjugation of the race on Mars was successful, and the mission was completed.It was a window unlike any other – the window was flat and could not open. It stood flush with the ancient wall before him, and the gaping hole above it had been sealed just above the top of the window frame, leaving no room to look out of.
In fact, many people who had traveled to Mars over the years had wondered at the lack of windows in the buildings here. Their human hosts would usually explain that the harsh climate could not allow for windows to provide ventilation that would be needed as the temperature plummeted at night. But the truth was a little different.
