Excerpt and more from Angus Day

Excerpt:

I woke to the clattering of metal on tile, it sounded like a shod horse was dancing around in my room. As I opened my eyes I could see the top of a balding head just barely clearing the edge of the table on which I laid. The movement was in rhythm to the clattering I was hearing. I was content to let the movement continue without interruption until the being decided to address me. “Mr. Stevens, I am Dr. Abrams. I believe you had some questions for me to answer. If you will bear with me a minute, we can begin our conversation.”
The lights dimmed and a bottle with a tube moistened my mouth. I hadn’t realized the last time I was awake, I hadn’t been able to swallow and my voice had sounded artificial or synthesized. Dr. Abrams head appeared, at least I think it was his head, the balding part was familiar though I didn’t think he would look like a cyborg. The right side of his face was normal across the line of his nose which transitioned into a black metal mask with sensor-like instruments protruding and articulating. Where I would expect to see an eye a deep blue fluorescing gem pulsed with light.
“Where would you like to begin Mr. Stevens?” came from Dr. Abrams though I hadn’t seen his mouth move.
“I think we should start by you calling me PAS, I really hate the sound of Mr. Stevens. Why am I here?”
“Well PAS, at least you start with really big questions. You’re here because you had a really nasty accident. A maneuvering thruster you were repairing on the habitat where you lived ruptured and compromised your suit. The suit activated preservation protocols, sealing off the sections exposed to space and cooling the rest to stasis temperatures. The loss of atmosphere from your suit thrust you away from the habitat and the suit beacon did not activate because of the thruster damage. You wouldn’t be here at all if a prospecting scout hadn’t almost smeared you on her viewer while transiting the sector where your habitat used to exist.”
Dr. Abrams stopped speaking though I still can’t recall seeing him move his mouth. He apparently was giving me some time to process this. I must have lost most of my body to the protocols. “The habitat used to exist? What happened to it?”
“The Kuiper habitat was destroyed 15 years ago by Gaian terrorists using sabotage, bombs and a mass driver. Your body death occurred 20 years ago, during another terrorist incident of which nobody ever claimed ownership. How are you feeling?”
-Next You Interstellar LLC and Dr. Abram's beside manner in full bloom.

 I live in Fort Collins Colorado with my wife and son. My daughter has embarked on her career as a graphics designer.
I've been an Infantryman, Swine Farmer, smattering of other trades and jobs and now I'm a manufacturing pharmaceutical chemist.
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