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The Story:
He checked the pressure gauges to make certain everything was still normal. One wrong move and he could sink and implode in a matter of seconds or spring a leak and drown. A single bolt not tightened down properly could be disastrous, but he pushed those thoughts from his mind. They were noise, and noise didn’t belong in the deep sea.
It was nighttime on the surface, and the sharpest beam his lights could muster was capable of slicing through little more than a few feet of the mysteries ahead of him.
Inside his submarine, everything was blue from the light swimming through the water and diving back through the windows, and the only mystery was how he could live in such a small space for so long. Console lights were the only variant, splashing some yellow into the color palette.
He extended his periscope to the surface, hoping to see something other than blue and yellow. Nothing vibrant was in sight, so he enjoyed the moon for a moment. He loved looking at it and dreaming of the dryness of dusty ground. He was born under the sea, and that’s where he would die. The surface was just too dangerous to live on, but he didn’t know how to anyway.
A chime sounded that his destination was just ahead. He pulled in the periscope, watching the moon fade from view. Diving deeper, he opened communication channels.
“Desert Air to Station 47, requesting permission to dock.”
“Permission granted, Desert Air. Dock 8B is all yours.”
Station 47 was his least favorite station to dock at, but he needed oxygen. Every docking station was enormous, accommodating thousands of people. They farmed and purified air for their residents and sold it to submarines. The prices were always unpredictable.
He docked and unlatched his side hatch. As soon as he stepped onto the station, security personnel approached him.
“Mav Daring… I didn’t expect you back here so soon.”
“Yeah, well, I breathe a lot. What is it?”
“Oxygen? For you, free of charge because you’re under arrest for the destruction of Station 46.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Save it for the sharks, Daring.”
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