braden lohr

LifePod 37

LifePod 37 As I stare into the vast expanse of the cafeteria, its dingy and decaying walls collapsing under the pressure of the centuries, I feel desperately alone. I feel it as my eyes sweep the hundred empty tables and lock onto the face of the Pods only other occupant. I hear the clinking echo of glass on metal as he sets his drink down, the sound interrupting the deafening stillness of this place. I can barely recall a time when this cafeteria was filled with conversation and laughter. As the years went by the conversations got quieter and quieter until it was just two voices.