Story about a handsome scientist that gets a new job and finds love. (Part 5)

Lindsey zoomed in on the monitor, rubbing her bony fingers against the scroll wheel until only five rows of text took up the entire screen. She pondered the instructions on how to override a public announcement system, the same model installed in every living quarters. Her fingers traced the circuit diagram, but soon her arthritis flared up. It’s already noon, and she had been up since 3 in the morning. Soon, the rows of text converged into fuzzy lines, and her joints felt tender like freshly popped blisters. Lindsey closed her eyes, hoping a few deep breaths will help her cope with her pain.

She tried to observe her suffering, watching it like an audience in a movie theater. Lean on the awareness…

…Hiss! The hatch opened, and the glass dome with an Asian girl returned. “Hi Lindsey! Here is your husband as you requested.” It was accompanied by an obese old man in a wheelchair. His body slumped to one side, and he was held in place by a seat belt. He stared at the floor in front of him.

“Ah…very good. Thank you. You can go now.”

The asian girl in the glass dome smiled, and retreated away. The old man didn’t acknowledge its exit.

“Hello sir. I’m going to let you be, but please let me know if you need anything.”

They always send a different man to me, Lindsey wondered. I guess they still think I won’t remember anyway. Her thoughts were interrupted by loud wheezing, and she panicked when she saw the old man clutching at his throat with his one good hand. “HEY! COME BACK!” She dashed out of the room, and managed to flag down the glass dome before it turned a corner. “HELP!”

The old man was pronounced deceased at 12:14PM.

Lindsey dabbed at her eyes as they took the man away on a floating stretcher. The girl in the glass dome looked concerned, and offered to provide psychological counseling. She dee

Life is too short…but I’m going to wake them all up before it’s too late. Lindsey paced slowly around her room. Guess I don’t have much time left either, she thought as she ran her sore fingers through thinning silver hair. But she reminded herself that negative thoughts contribute to aging, and instead took a good look at her surroundings. Her eyes landed on the wall speakers, which were small inset circles along the edges between the wall and the ceiling. “These are just too small…”


To be continued…

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