Miss Ch 1? - http://community.playstarbound.com/index.php?threads/is-all-lost-ch-1-losing-it-all.5279/ Chapter 2 - Hope in Nothing Confused, sick to my stomach, grieving, and crying - that's what how I am right now. To see my home be destroyed along with everything I loved is too much. My life before Ann was dark. Cast out and shunned by the others my age. I was never accepted - never understood - because no one took the time to know me. I don't know what it was about me. Was I too smart? Did the others not like me because I come from a poor family? Who knows? Who can care now? It wasn't only the school kids who rejected me. My own mother forgot me when my dad died. She forgot the whole world, only that someone close to her was gone, and I guess that means that everything is gone. You know what? Everything IS gone now, gone for me. Am I going to change like my mother did? Am I going to be dysfunctional like her? I have her face implanted into my brain. The last time I saw my mother, and the last time I saw that woman standing in front of me as she sent me to space. Sent me nowhere. My mother, with her soft, brown hair that fell to the small of her back. Her crystal blue eyes that sparkled in the sun. Her smile. The woman who replaced her when sorrow fell over her when I lost my father was not as bright. Her hair was a tangled mess, a sickly brown the color of mud. Her eyes were a dull blue, always covered in shadows and grief. At first, who could blame her? But as time went on, I could. I could blame her for not feeding me, for not caring, for never smiling again. How could she have gotten me into that pod? Why would she have? She hasn't cared about me in as long as I can remember. If she had moved me, why didn't I wake up? And now, right when my life was turning around, I lost everything. I don't have a good thing in the world to live for. It doesn't matter now. I'm here, drifting through space, endlessly wondering and grieving. It is a terrible thing, space is. Nothing in it but chunks of rock and balls of flame; no trees, no flowing water, no beauty, no peace. Never ending. Staring out into the void is all I can do. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing moving, except for the occasional asteroid. After a while, I stopped crying. There was no point to it anymore. I got so used to seeing things move in front of me as time went on, which is why I freaked out when I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye, something in my pod. "Wha-What the heck!?" I exclaimed, turning my head. The thing that I saw had moved partially under a cabinet. At the sound of my voice, there was a squeaky noise that almost sounded like a yelp. The sound appeared to be coming from the thing under the table, which jumped and almost knocked over a table. The thing moved out from under the table and faced me. Well, I suppose faced may be an incorrect term, because this thing I saw is a robot. And rather than having a face, there was a glowing red dot attached to a little machine. Rather than having feet, it had a single wheel. I stared at it, shocked, and, to be honest, a little confused. "What?" came the squeaky little voice. The voice was slightly robotic, as it should be. It also had an irritated tone to it. "You can... uh... talk?" I questioned. "Well, of course I can," the robot said matter-of-factly. "Pretty much all of us can talk. Don't you know anything about robotics?" I shake my head numbly. "Sigh," the robot said. "Why'd they have to choose you? I mean, you're just a kid!" "Wait, hold on!" I put in. "What do you mean chose me?" "Wait..." the robot said slowly. "Are you implying that you weren't told anything?" "No, I- I just woke up in this pod..." I can't help it. It is all too much, and I have tears forming in my eyes again. "Oh..." it muttered. "Well, I guess I should tell you about it. Several years ago, the government feared an attack on earth from extraterrestrial forces. So, in preparation, multiple pods were designed to- " "Wait!" I interrupt. "Multiple pods!? Who else was shot into space!? Did-" "Hey, hey, kid! I don't know, okay? Geez," the robot interrupts. "Now, you going to let me finish my story or what?" I agree and sink into my seat, magnifying the sullen atmosphere. I listen to the robot's story, just to know why I was torn from my home. The government created these pods to try and preserve the human race as the others tried to fight of any invasions. I suppose they didn't consider the possibility that the planet as a whole may be under attack. We were to be launched into space, hopefully finding the same area, but the tests for this had been delayed. Now, we are the tests. The robot then introduced himself as Tekk, the absolute ruler of technology, but his model number labeled him a "Help-Bot". I decided not to argue with him. "So, how long are we supposed to be floating out here?" I inquire, though in reality, I really don't care. "How should I know?" Tekk retorts. "Just 'cause I'm a robot means I'm supposed to be all-knowing?" "Sorry," I mutter. Then I think, This is going to be a long trip. And in any normal situation, I would have been right, as far as I could tell. We could've been floating in space until I died and Tekk ran out of batteries. But as "luck" would have it, be crashed into a hunk of metal. When I say crash, I mean a sudden formation of gravity formed around our pod, and we fell. Confused and dazed, I try to look out of my pod window, but to my horror, it had broken open. "T-Tekk!?" I shout. "The windows broken! I don't think I can breathe in space!" "Of course you can't," Tekk says. "You humans need oxygen. There is no oxygen in a void. Sadly, you are going to suffocate. Good knowing you- ...What?" "What is it?" I ask, trying to breathe as little as possible. "It's just that... There seems to be... Oxygen here, along with other gasses... rather, normal air, as you would say." "But, how?" "Don't ask me! You are the explorer." "Yeah, well," I mutter. "I never volunteered." Slowly, fearing for my life, though somehow not caring, I stick my head out the broken window. This metal that we hit isn't shapeless. In fact, I can almost picture what it is supposed to be. This thing we crashed into seems to be part of the stories I was told when I was young, something from what was called "Space Travel". It was supposedly dangerous, so they shut down all organizations working on space exploration. This thing appears to be an abandoned space station. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, it took a while for me to map this out. Don't worry, I don't plan on letting the main guy mope forever. Secondly, I want my readers to help shape the story. 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