Keenan Marchand
Joined January 2022
2 stories
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Keenan Marchand is a Syilx writer.
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Circadian Rhythms in the Cold
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I had screamed for a little bit, but then that had stopped. My frantic breathing slipped into quiet sips of oxygen. I was cold, so cold. Still scattered around me, I saw the wreckage of Gaia, the ship that had been my home since I was an embryo in its lab. I had never known anything else. Three thousand of my siblings bore the same face as mine, the same eyes, same reserved smile and all had shared Gaia with me. Gaia was an oasis in the emptiness of the universe, a ship that had raised us, sheltered us and fed us. Gaia was our garden. Gaia was home.
By Keenan Marchand 3 years ago in Futurism
