"I'm Sorry..."
Read the message prompt that flashed across Sarah's Tablet, interrupting her reading and her peace. It was from Brad. Her finger rose to slide the prompt open, but a tic stopped her. Dubbed by some as "Good Sense", the tic kept her from quitting her post and leaving GSRSI 3 at a myriad of opportunities, as well as keeping the weak from opposing the strong and the meek from screaming in the dark. However, the beast would not be denied; Sarah second attempt flung the message open with such ferocity that it surely left millions of electrons dizzy. She began to read:
"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you..."
Images of gorgeous women, other women, began to fill Sarah's mind; Brad's past acquaintances and girlfriends, along with women as yet unknown to her. This time, the Tic proved useful, and she continued:
"But I've been in a really dark place lately. To tell you the truth, I'm still in a dark place..."
She knew that Brad had taken John's "accident" very badly, "Is that what he's talking about?", she wondered as the message continued:
"But things are gonna get better, Babe. I'm leaving LA. I took a contract job with the GSRSI security detail..."
All the anger in the world couldn't keep her heart from fluttering, her spirit from raising. Not only was Brad talking to her again, but he was actually going to be floating over the surface of Io with her. She continued:
"It's only gonna be for a year, but if they like me, the recruiter says that they'll keep me. Isn't that great?"
She concurred. However, the next sentnece sent a chill down her spine and froze the blood in her veins:
"There's just one little thing I need to take care of."
"No...", she thought, "He couldn't mean..."
In that moment, the station, like Sarah, floated ineffectiually in space and time. Unlike Sarah, GSRSI 3 was unaffected by the violence of Io's sesmic activity, Jupiter's Storms, or one man's hate.
The End
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