Four 'o' clock departure
Please proceed to the decontamination shower area
Everything seems like a dream, I feel like watching a movie of myself. Strange how it has come so far, and still I have no clue about what’s going on.
The friendly voice from the from the automated guide reaches my conscious mind and I slowly proceed to the decontamination area.
The smell of chlorides and iodine and the pressure of the water on my pale skin bring me back to my senses.
So this is it, the book is being closed, the ships behind me being burned; and I become a refugee in search a save haven billion miles away.
Please proceed to the storage area and equip yourself with a jumpsuit.
That soft voice again, bringing me back to reality. Strange how I remain so calm, when this very moment could be my salvation or my doom, depending on which side the coin decides to fall.
Where are the dammed towels here, ah over there, next to the ugly orange suits. I’ll be smelling like a nursing ward for days to come, but then again, we do not want to screw up another world like we did with our own, do we?