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A Week of Silence (Short Story Series #12)

A Week of Silence (Short Story Series #12)

They’ve been here for five years. Some of them even longer. The station is something most of them only dreamt of when they began their training down on Earth. Now they looked out the windows of the International Moon Station. It was like a little busy market. People from all over the place, selling ideas, rather than goods. It was a wonderful experience for everyone who loved science. Even if you were that far away from Earth, you still felt connected. But the connection broke.

It’s been a week now since they had no signal from below. Nothing. Just static. Static and fear. Who knew what was going to happen now? Who knew what had happened? Were the ones they left back home alright?

It was a week ago they heard it. And they saw it. It was a huge blast. They have been expecting it. But it was still a surprise it had happened. The war had been going on for three years now. The threats have been made and everybody hoped that was it. But they had done it. They had been watching the news just like everybody on Earth. Even if that was not their purpose on the Moon. They were there for research. The dream of any scientist who loved space. But now no one could concentrate or sleep properly.




After the third day of trying and failing to contact Earth, it started to get bizarre. After the blow, they had lost all connection with Earth in a few minutes. The satellites had been affected. The cloud made by the explosion spread across three continents in a few days. There weren’t even sure where it had happened. It must’ve been somewhere in North Russia or Alaska, by their calculations. But they wanted to know for sure.

The Station was a non-political environment even after the war started. It had to be. But many became ashamed of their home countries when they saw what was happening back home. And the nuclear threats made it even worse. Although they were safe, far from all that, up in the sky, they still feared for those back home. And for the future of the Station, if there was going to be one next year. Few had been back on Earth since their arrival. They had gotten used to the silence of the Station. There were some who still looked down at night missing the very moon they were on. Some missed the rain. Some missed the wind. Most missed the food, though.

There was no time for all that now. Everybody feared the worse. It had been a terrible week. The Earth wasn’t something they wanted to look at anymore. It was still inconceivable that people had done this. The weather must be terrible. No internet, no news of any kind, as the satellites were down. Storms were visible from up above. It was like time had stopped on both orbs. They had to do something.




Some wanted to go back to check things out. Emergency protocol had been set from day three. So they needed to vote on any decision before acting. There had been many meetings and discussions and no solutions. So they had come to some agreement to try and reach out to Australia. They had some strategic points on Earth they could contact but they still needed satellite guidance. It was beginning to be more dangerous to wait in silence than venturing out into the unknown.

It was set then. Finally, they will try and see what had happened. Tomorrow they were leaving. Some of them were, anyway. Hoping to find something comforting back home. But they all know it will not be pleasant. This was one of the reasons they wanted to look at Earth from afar. Because they knew what we were capable of.

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