Jun. 4, 3922 - Oct. 12 4108
THE HOSPITAL ROOM was dark, gloomy, and an anticipation of death knocked at the door. An old, stubborn spaceship mechanic lie dying, refusing to surrender to death and the fortune he’s about to give away to his three ungrateful sons. The sons sat in separate parts of the room as though each had a deadly disease the other cared not to catch. The only item in the sons possession that mourned on their behalf for their dying father was the funeral attire.
The room was saturated in a deathly ora except for the one lively blue. A blue that came from indigo space lilies, a rare treasure loved by the old man. The flowers were a small token from the youngest son who truly mourned for his father. The room had no joy, no sound of happiness just the low pulse of a heart monitor and the rough voice of the father getting ready to speak his last dying words. The three brothers gathered around their father as he begins his last ill will.
“For my oldest son I give you my house and workshop…,” his voice came out in a hush mumble, showing the years catching up to him in this instant of time.
After a pause he continued, “..my second oldest I give you my money…and..and for my youngest I give you my…spacesuit and my..cat…”
As the last word came crawling out of his rough throat the room fell silent; the machines keeping him alive turned themselves off and disconnected from his corpse. Death had finally come to collect the old man’s soul.
The room started to change from the pulse of a dead man to the quick pulse of the livings’ busy schedules. The old man’s body was picked up by metal mechanical arms that came forth from the wall behind his head. The arms took his body gently towards the now opening mouth made out of fire in the wall. The body rested in the hidden room of flames and was slowly incased in flames as the gaping mouth closed as if it was never there. The room became quiet once more, the brothers stood incased in a frozen state around the now empty bed. They watched the proceeding of their father’s cremation.
The youngest brother was the first to move about with a look of puzzlement clouding his features. He left the desolate room, in shock. As he moved towards the exit of the room he could hear the joy of his brothers talking about the new fortunes they’ve just inherited.
He moved into the hallway with a silent sorrow in his steps and a heart drowning in the depths of despair. Then from behind him he heard footsteps running after him, an unwelcome guest. He looked over his shoulder only to see his idiotic eldest brother. The brother now with the keys to the kingdom that he soon will be exiled from. The idiot ran towards him with the look of a fool.
He knew what he’d say, ‘Sorry you got the stupid…blah this and blah that. Oh. And by the way the house is now mine. So pack up your shit and get out.’
He wasn’t in the mood to hear what he already knew would be his new reality. His father now dead, left him with...