Chapter 1
The beginning of my end
The hum of the life support systems and lights were the first thing that I heard as I came out of the final stages of cryogenic hibernation. 5 years and not ageing a day was quite a thing to get used to, so was the new lighter gravity aboard the RDA vessel Venture. I opened my eyes, the light was blinding, so nature took over and my eyelids closed quickly in reaction. "That was good" I thought to myself "at least I know that the nerves to my eyes haven’t died over the journey".
Nervous deteriation was common, even on short journeys. Some parts of the nervous system would shut down and you would have to hope to God that it wasn’t an important one. I could slowly feel sensation returning to every part of my body. I heard footsteps and each one sounded like a clap of thunder steadily getting closer.
"Ahhhh, Mr...... Thomas, I see your vitals are all good and your brainwaves are all functioning normally" said a male voice which sounded quite high pitched but I was having trouble hearing the voice over the torrent of background noise which was sweeping my sense of hearing. The footsteps started again and I heard a rustle of a coat by my head "OK Mr Thomas open your eyes please" said the voice. I did as instructed this time opening them cautiously so as not to be blinded again. My vision was swimming and it was impossible for me to focus on anything above me, all I could make out was the shape of a man with a bald head wearing a white labcoat.
"Did we make good time" I asked but all that came out was slurry of mumbles like those of a newborn baby.
"Now Mr Thomas please don’t try to talk or move yet" came the voice "That will happen all in goo..." his voice was cut off by a voice over the ships intercom system, it was loud and booming and left me deaf for a matter of minutes "Doctor Phipps, Report to Cryo storage room 8c I repeat Doctor Phipps to Cryo storage 8c a medical emergency is in progress!!!"
I didn't hear what the doctor above me said; all I felt was sweet bliss as I passed into another dreamless sleep.
The next thing I knew I was waking up. I opened my eyes slowly but this time I wasn't met with any blinding lights but a soft yellowish glow. My eyes adjusted quickly to the relative gloom and I tried to turn my head to the right. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. The muscles in my neck though still intact with no deteriation hadn’t been used in 5 years so they were stiff and very unwilling to move. It was painful doing even this simple movement. The one thing I heard which scared me was the almighty cracks which echoed around the room. I stopped mid-movement fearing that I had just broken my own neck but after a few minutes it was obvious that I wasn’t dead and that I had just fixed the crick in my neck.
To my right were tables which were exactly the same as mine. They looked like the slabs that you find in morgues and on them were people who were exactly like me.
"I hate this waiting part" came a voice from my left; the speech was slightly slurred but understandable. With a great effort I moved my head over the other way. On the slab lay a woman, she had black hair and an exotic looking face with big lips and high cheekbones. "Don’t try and talk yet" she said "give it about an hour and you'll have most of your upper body functions back but you won’t be walking for a while, so get comfy" she gave me a smile of white teeth which fitted her mouth almost perfectly. I blinked in recognition of her words and turned my head back up to the grey of the ceiling. How long I waited is unknown to me but the minutes blurred into hours, visits from different people in lab coats shining lights into my eyes, testing my reaction times, hearing people around me being helped to stand and taking their first tentative steps before being led out to God knows where. When my turn finally came I was ready for it... or so I thought as my legs were swung round off the table and I instantly tried to stand. I failed as my legs gave way underneath me all I could say was "Crap" I used my arms to break my fall but it didn’t help much and I was badly winded.
The male doctor who was helping me picked me up onto my feet and said
"Ok, so were not gonna try that again are we" he held onto me as I took my first steps out of the morgue as I now called it and into the corridor. I was led down the hall about 10 meters and into a small room with a bunk, a wall terminal, some weights for the legs and arms and a small metal chair and it was into this chair that I was placed.
The doctor said "Now Mr Thomas, we want you to fill in these forms" bringing them up on the monitor "We also want you to take this aptitude test and medical form, Oh and work on the strength of your leg and arm muscles, if you also build up your core it would be nice but not necessary"
I replied "Who is we and what am I here for, I’m just an ordinary guy, I’ve got no special skills, hell I only just passed my GCSEs, why would you spend thousands or millions of dollars to fly me out to Alpha Centauri with marines and genius scientists?"
"All in good time Mr Thomas, now if you please I'll leave you to you exercises and paperwork" and with that he turned and walked out of the room leaving me more surprised than ever. I brought up the first form and read it through. It was a disclaimer saying that if I had sustained any physical injury after being out of cryostasis then I could not claim against the RDA. I signed reluctantly and looked at the 20 or so other forms pending as well as the aptitude test and medical form. I thought to myself "haven’t I already done a medical form?" but I didn’t think of it again and within a minute I was on the aptitude test having just signed the forms.
I completed the aptitude test within an hour or so. I rubbed my eyes because of staring at a computer screen for so long had started to make them hurt. I glanced down at the on screen clock and saw that it was 2300 hours earth time. Seeing this I decided to hit the sack for the night. I stood wary of my own inability to balance; I was like a toddler again, learning to walk for the second time in my life. I staggered over to the bed and sat down and as I drifted off to sleep I felt proud of those few short steps.
Again I awoke to the same dark grey ceiling, and this time it didn’t look so good. I sat up and swung my legs around off the bed. I picked up one of the weights that I was supposed to use for my legs and I attached them onto my ankle. I stood using the wall for support and lifted my leg up and down alternatively. Quickly I could feel my legs getting back to a form of normality, I might be able to walk again soon but running would be another big step. Feeling more confident I walked around my room a couple of times before walking over to the computer again and looking at the one file that I hadn't completed the night previously. I opened the medical file and was faced with 5 pages of questions such as "Have you or your family got any kind of DNA based disease?” There were questions about my mental state, my likes and dislikes, my physical health was also addressed. The file took me over 2 hours to complete and when I had finished I felt like taking a walk outside the confines of my room and exploring the ship a little.
As the sliding doors of my room closed behind me the intercom went off "shuttle 3 departing in 20 minutes, all passengers on shuttle 3 to the main boarding airlock immediately. I couldn’t help myself I just had to laugh. I laughed until my sides hurt, even though we were millions of miles away from earth and on a multi-million dollar spacecraft it was operated like a giant airport. People walking by me in the corridor looked at me as if I was mad but I just ignored them.
When my fit of laughter had subsided I started off down the corridor and what would be called a leisurely stroll but to me it was like sprinting again. When I had reached the end of the hall I was out of breath and I was starting to sweat a little but I turned right and kept walking. The corridors were maze-like and because they were all identical it made it ever more confusing. Eventually I came to a huge window overlooking the most wonderful sight I had ever seen... Pandora. Even from space its beauty was unmistakeable. I could almost feel the wind rushing through my hair as I looked upon the great masses of green and blue which made up the most beautiful planet in the Alpha Centaurii system.
Out of nowhere came the huge shape of one of the drop ships. It silently passed underneath me and headed towards the planet.
"Ahhhh, there you are" came a high pitched but male voice. I turned and saw a bald man with glasses, wearing a white labcoat. There were some darker stains on it which looked as if they hadn't washed out properly I didn’t want to ask what they were. "I'm doctor Fier, I met you when you woke up" he said all of this with a pleasant grin on his face. He held out his and I shook it out of courtesy. "May I ask you to follow me?" he said still with the grin on his face, it was starting to get annoying now and I’m sure that my face conveyed this because Dr Fier said to me "were not going to put you back in your room Mr Thomas, it’s just we want to ask you some questions, so would you like to follow me?"
"It’s not really like I have a choice is it" I replied grudgingly and as he walked off I followed.
We walked through the corridors, both of us in silence. The occasional people that passed us looked at me warily and I knew that I was a very unwelcome guest on this journey. I lost myself in a web of thoughts about Pandora and the natives which I had heard a small amount of from marines who used to frequent my bar in the greater London area. I was brought rudely back to reality when I walked into the back of Dr Fier. He had stopped in front of a door which looked almost identical to all the others except for the white lights which were just above.
The doors opened and my theory was confirmed, it was an elevator. It was empty and we both stepped in.Dr.Fier pressed a button higher up on the panel and we started to ascend. There was that sickening rise and fall as the elevator stopped at out chosen level. The doors opened and my hearing was hit by a crescendo of beeps and other noises. The Lab was huge and it seemed to take up a whole level to itself. Again I followed Dr.Fier avoiding any hurrying scientists or equipment that decided to try and cut me off.
Dr Fier opened a door and he beckoned for me to go first, I did so and walked into a nice furnished office.
"Its and exact replica of the one I had on Earth" he said looking around "Marvellous don’t you think"
"Its lovely “I said monotonically "But I'm still wondering why in hell you brought me out here?"
"Oh yes" replied Fier "Please take a seat, the explanation might be a little long"
I did as he asked and I looked at him, waiting.
"You were one of over 150 ordinary people who were shortlisted to become Avatar pilots, This 150 was then cut to 75, then 40, then 25, then 5, You were one of these lucky 5!"
I interjected "Yes, that all good but it doesn’t explain why"
"You are 17 years old, am I correct" He asked
"Yes" I replied
"We are trying to find young people that we can put into Avatar bodies, so we can put you into their tribes and you can record and learn their customs, we want to do this so we have a deeper understanding of them and that we may be able to live beside them. Ever since that appalling defeat the RDA suffered 8 years ago..."
"WHAT!" I said "when I got put into that bloody Cryo-tube-thing the RDA were still in operation"
"Oh" said Fier with a surprised look on his face "Didn't anybody tell you that you were delayed for 3 years because of that little upset, but this doesn't matter...”
"DOESN'T MATTER, OF COURSE IT f***ING MATTERS!"
"Now calm down Mr Thomas, there’s no need to shout"
I glared at him from in my seat
"Mr Thomas all I need to tell you is that you have failed the aptitude test. You’re not cut out to be an Avatar Pilot. You can go down to Pandora and we will see if we can find you a job on the planet’s surface."
"your saying that I've been brought out here for absolutely nothing, that I have technically wasted 8 years of my life just so you can say 'well we brought you here but now your useless so let’s see if we can soften the blow by giving you a job' am I right?"
"In a sense Mr Thomas yes you are, but you failing means that we have to destroy the Avatar that we have engineered for you"
"Does it look like I give a s***" I said angrily and I walked out of the office and down towards the elevator.
Dr Fier shouted after me "1 week Mr Thomas, when you've regain most of you strength, that is when you can go to Pandora"
I ignored him.
The beginning of my end
The hum of the life support systems and lights were the first thing that I heard as I came out of the final stages of cryogenic hibernation. 5 years and not ageing a day was quite a thing to get used to, so was the new lighter gravity aboard the RDA vessel Venture. I opened my eyes, the light was blinding, so nature took over and my eyelids closed quickly in reaction. "That was good" I thought to myself "at least I know that the nerves to my eyes haven’t died over the journey".
Nervous deteriation was common, even on short journeys. Some parts of the nervous system would shut down and you would have to hope to God that it wasn’t an important one. I could slowly feel sensation returning to every part of my body. I heard footsteps and each one sounded like a clap of thunder steadily getting closer.
"Ahhhh, Mr...... Thomas, I see your vitals are all good and your brainwaves are all functioning normally" said a male voice which sounded quite high pitched but I was having trouble hearing the voice over the torrent of background noise which was sweeping my sense of hearing. The footsteps started again and I heard a rustle of a coat by my head "OK Mr Thomas open your eyes please" said the voice. I did as instructed this time opening them cautiously so as not to be blinded again. My vision was swimming and it was impossible for me to focus on anything above me, all I could make out was the shape of a man with a bald head wearing a white labcoat.
"Did we make good time" I asked but all that came out was slurry of mumbles like those of a newborn baby.
"Now Mr Thomas please don’t try to talk or move yet" came the voice "That will happen all in goo..." his voice was cut off by a voice over the ships intercom system, it was loud and booming and left me deaf for a matter of minutes "Doctor Phipps, Report to Cryo storage room 8c I repeat Doctor Phipps to Cryo storage 8c a medical emergency is in progress!!!"
I didn't hear what the doctor above me said; all I felt was sweet bliss as I passed into another dreamless sleep.
The next thing I knew I was waking up. I opened my eyes slowly but this time I wasn't met with any blinding lights but a soft yellowish glow. My eyes adjusted quickly to the relative gloom and I tried to turn my head to the right. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. The muscles in my neck though still intact with no deteriation hadn’t been used in 5 years so they were stiff and very unwilling to move. It was painful doing even this simple movement. The one thing I heard which scared me was the almighty cracks which echoed around the room. I stopped mid-movement fearing that I had just broken my own neck but after a few minutes it was obvious that I wasn’t dead and that I had just fixed the crick in my neck.
To my right were tables which were exactly the same as mine. They looked like the slabs that you find in morgues and on them were people who were exactly like me.
"I hate this waiting part" came a voice from my left; the speech was slightly slurred but understandable. With a great effort I moved my head over the other way. On the slab lay a woman, she had black hair and an exotic looking face with big lips and high cheekbones. "Don’t try and talk yet" she said "give it about an hour and you'll have most of your upper body functions back but you won’t be walking for a while, so get comfy" she gave me a smile of white teeth which fitted her mouth almost perfectly. I blinked in recognition of her words and turned my head back up to the grey of the ceiling. How long I waited is unknown to me but the minutes blurred into hours, visits from different people in lab coats shining lights into my eyes, testing my reaction times, hearing people around me being helped to stand and taking their first tentative steps before being led out to God knows where. When my turn finally came I was ready for it... or so I thought as my legs were swung round off the table and I instantly tried to stand. I failed as my legs gave way underneath me all I could say was "Crap" I used my arms to break my fall but it didn’t help much and I was badly winded.
The male doctor who was helping me picked me up onto my feet and said
"Ok, so were not gonna try that again are we" he held onto me as I took my first steps out of the morgue as I now called it and into the corridor. I was led down the hall about 10 meters and into a small room with a bunk, a wall terminal, some weights for the legs and arms and a small metal chair and it was into this chair that I was placed.
The doctor said "Now Mr Thomas, we want you to fill in these forms" bringing them up on the monitor "We also want you to take this aptitude test and medical form, Oh and work on the strength of your leg and arm muscles, if you also build up your core it would be nice but not necessary"
I replied "Who is we and what am I here for, I’m just an ordinary guy, I’ve got no special skills, hell I only just passed my GCSEs, why would you spend thousands or millions of dollars to fly me out to Alpha Centauri with marines and genius scientists?"
"All in good time Mr Thomas, now if you please I'll leave you to you exercises and paperwork" and with that he turned and walked out of the room leaving me more surprised than ever. I brought up the first form and read it through. It was a disclaimer saying that if I had sustained any physical injury after being out of cryostasis then I could not claim against the RDA. I signed reluctantly and looked at the 20 or so other forms pending as well as the aptitude test and medical form. I thought to myself "haven’t I already done a medical form?" but I didn’t think of it again and within a minute I was on the aptitude test having just signed the forms.
I completed the aptitude test within an hour or so. I rubbed my eyes because of staring at a computer screen for so long had started to make them hurt. I glanced down at the on screen clock and saw that it was 2300 hours earth time. Seeing this I decided to hit the sack for the night. I stood wary of my own inability to balance; I was like a toddler again, learning to walk for the second time in my life. I staggered over to the bed and sat down and as I drifted off to sleep I felt proud of those few short steps.
Again I awoke to the same dark grey ceiling, and this time it didn’t look so good. I sat up and swung my legs around off the bed. I picked up one of the weights that I was supposed to use for my legs and I attached them onto my ankle. I stood using the wall for support and lifted my leg up and down alternatively. Quickly I could feel my legs getting back to a form of normality, I might be able to walk again soon but running would be another big step. Feeling more confident I walked around my room a couple of times before walking over to the computer again and looking at the one file that I hadn't completed the night previously. I opened the medical file and was faced with 5 pages of questions such as "Have you or your family got any kind of DNA based disease?” There were questions about my mental state, my likes and dislikes, my physical health was also addressed. The file took me over 2 hours to complete and when I had finished I felt like taking a walk outside the confines of my room and exploring the ship a little.
As the sliding doors of my room closed behind me the intercom went off "shuttle 3 departing in 20 minutes, all passengers on shuttle 3 to the main boarding airlock immediately. I couldn’t help myself I just had to laugh. I laughed until my sides hurt, even though we were millions of miles away from earth and on a multi-million dollar spacecraft it was operated like a giant airport. People walking by me in the corridor looked at me as if I was mad but I just ignored them.
When my fit of laughter had subsided I started off down the corridor and what would be called a leisurely stroll but to me it was like sprinting again. When I had reached the end of the hall I was out of breath and I was starting to sweat a little but I turned right and kept walking. The corridors were maze-like and because they were all identical it made it ever more confusing. Eventually I came to a huge window overlooking the most wonderful sight I had ever seen... Pandora. Even from space its beauty was unmistakeable. I could almost feel the wind rushing through my hair as I looked upon the great masses of green and blue which made up the most beautiful planet in the Alpha Centaurii system.
Out of nowhere came the huge shape of one of the drop ships. It silently passed underneath me and headed towards the planet.
"Ahhhh, there you are" came a high pitched but male voice. I turned and saw a bald man with glasses, wearing a white labcoat. There were some darker stains on it which looked as if they hadn't washed out properly I didn’t want to ask what they were. "I'm doctor Fier, I met you when you woke up" he said all of this with a pleasant grin on his face. He held out his and I shook it out of courtesy. "May I ask you to follow me?" he said still with the grin on his face, it was starting to get annoying now and I’m sure that my face conveyed this because Dr Fier said to me "were not going to put you back in your room Mr Thomas, it’s just we want to ask you some questions, so would you like to follow me?"
"It’s not really like I have a choice is it" I replied grudgingly and as he walked off I followed.
We walked through the corridors, both of us in silence. The occasional people that passed us looked at me warily and I knew that I was a very unwelcome guest on this journey. I lost myself in a web of thoughts about Pandora and the natives which I had heard a small amount of from marines who used to frequent my bar in the greater London area. I was brought rudely back to reality when I walked into the back of Dr Fier. He had stopped in front of a door which looked almost identical to all the others except for the white lights which were just above.
The doors opened and my theory was confirmed, it was an elevator. It was empty and we both stepped in.Dr.Fier pressed a button higher up on the panel and we started to ascend. There was that sickening rise and fall as the elevator stopped at out chosen level. The doors opened and my hearing was hit by a crescendo of beeps and other noises. The Lab was huge and it seemed to take up a whole level to itself. Again I followed Dr.Fier avoiding any hurrying scientists or equipment that decided to try and cut me off.
Dr Fier opened a door and he beckoned for me to go first, I did so and walked into a nice furnished office.
"Its and exact replica of the one I had on Earth" he said looking around "Marvellous don’t you think"
"Its lovely “I said monotonically "But I'm still wondering why in hell you brought me out here?"
"Oh yes" replied Fier "Please take a seat, the explanation might be a little long"
I did as he asked and I looked at him, waiting.
"You were one of over 150 ordinary people who were shortlisted to become Avatar pilots, This 150 was then cut to 75, then 40, then 25, then 5, You were one of these lucky 5!"
I interjected "Yes, that all good but it doesn’t explain why"
"You are 17 years old, am I correct" He asked
"Yes" I replied
"We are trying to find young people that we can put into Avatar bodies, so we can put you into their tribes and you can record and learn their customs, we want to do this so we have a deeper understanding of them and that we may be able to live beside them. Ever since that appalling defeat the RDA suffered 8 years ago..."
"WHAT!" I said "when I got put into that bloody Cryo-tube-thing the RDA were still in operation"
"Oh" said Fier with a surprised look on his face "Didn't anybody tell you that you were delayed for 3 years because of that little upset, but this doesn't matter...”
"DOESN'T MATTER, OF COURSE IT f***ING MATTERS!"
"Now calm down Mr Thomas, there’s no need to shout"
I glared at him from in my seat
"Mr Thomas all I need to tell you is that you have failed the aptitude test. You’re not cut out to be an Avatar Pilot. You can go down to Pandora and we will see if we can find you a job on the planet’s surface."
"your saying that I've been brought out here for absolutely nothing, that I have technically wasted 8 years of my life just so you can say 'well we brought you here but now your useless so let’s see if we can soften the blow by giving you a job' am I right?"
"In a sense Mr Thomas yes you are, but you failing means that we have to destroy the Avatar that we have engineered for you"
"Does it look like I give a s***" I said angrily and I walked out of the office and down towards the elevator.
Dr Fier shouted after me "1 week Mr Thomas, when you've regain most of you strength, that is when you can go to Pandora"
I ignored him.
Last edited by Akimaru on Tue Oct 12, 2010 7:31 am; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Grammar mistakes)