Beneath a Bronze Sky Vault

And a surging, deafening noise woke me up in a dark,cold, smelly room. The smell was so strong, so

metallic, so acrid I could barely breath; my mind was completely blind. Therefore, I started trying to get

my name out of my dumbed head. I was Anthony Lavuelta. Maybe I should say I am Anthony Lavuelta;

when you don't use your name for such a long time you might lose the sense of it . I'm just sure I'm a

fellow employee of the New Year Fleet, a company which is starting to explore resources of extra solar

planets. I were orbiting around Pi_125, a new discovered satellite 125,01 light year far from Pluto.

I was cloned in the poorest part of Saturn, in the Megalopolis built on the first external frozen ring.

There, the weather is burning like fire in the Summer and cold as the bottom of the Hell in Winter. That's

where the proactive working class comes from!

By the way , I was a strangely lone male. Probably that's why I end up tail ing rocks in the Outer Space,

riding tin cans throughout darkness as a tuna steak which hasn't realized it's going in the saucepan

rather soon.

That smell. I still can feel the iron dust in my nose. Probably there are still some left in my nostrils.

After I rebooted my brain I understood I had to act and to act fast. The noise was caused by the ship's

intrusion alarm, and the iron dust was a clear sign that something had pierced the shell. The boat was

sinking and the captain had to sink with it. Since I wasn't the captain but a space geologist wanting to

see the next S unshine, I had to move.

Apparently, the autopilot was out of order, and without thinking I ran toward the manual commands. I

grabbed the control sticks and I let my training take the lead.

It all happened in few minutes. The first single alarm in a blink of an eye became a mad symphony of

alarm calls; and my heart was the metronome. My hands were struggling letting the aircraft to keep a

straight route in what it seemed to be a gas atmosphere. The vibrations almost tore off the wings of the

plane. A high whistle was coming out of nowhere. I hold my breath, closed my eyes. I didn't have time

even for a last prayer.

The impact was violent. The alarms which had entertained my ears, quickly got silent. On the contrary

the seatbelts were still working. They held my body in place.

Than, I looked in front of me. The anterior part of the aircraft was completely ripped apart, letting me

see the surroundings. Than, I saw it overlooking the yellow grains composing the desert. The sky. It

was orange, with green stripes coming out of the thundering clouds. I felt lost beneath a bronze sky. I

remember asking myself : “where am I”?