It didn't make sense... -- Ice Comp

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Date Posted: 18:19:45 07/10/01 Tue
Author: Lieutenant Gabriel Michaels
Subject: It didn't make sense...
In reply to: Lieutenant Gabriel Michaels 's message, "He would have screamed..." on 19:26:55 07/06/01 Fri

Gabe could make out the voices, but they were distant and muffled, and garbled. Here and there he thought he made out words like "scrapheap" or "scruple" or something, and "fishing", but the distortion was metallic and obscuring.

"HELLLOOO?" he cried, but recieved no response. He stepped back outside the cylinder and looked around for something to move it with, but the tables encased in ice made getting a tableleg impossible. He looked back in the cyclinder and something caught his eye; a glimmer of light, a reflection from the frozen interior surface if the round casing.

"Now that's wierd...just like the sign I threw at the wall...this planetoid is cold, but stuff don't freeze that fast while your back is turned...does it?"

Gabe was an officer and a brilliant tactician, but he wasn't a scientist. So despite the solidity of all the ice he'd encountered, and the strange quality of the metal in this underground laboratory, he thought maybe, just maybe, the ice had made the metal brittle. Lifting his boot, he delivered a powerful kick.

Gabe yelped in a mix of triumph and surpise as the back of the cylinder actually shattered! Cautiously, he peered inside, seeing only darkness, and one other thing: Illuminated in teal by means unknown in the very center of this darkness was rectangular shape, almost unmistakably a door.

Without thinking the Lieutenant bolted as fast as he could, only to find disapointment; the slab of metal was indeed the size and proportion of a door, but had no handle. Even worse, it appeared suspended in midair and Gabe found he could walk completely around it. A door to nowhere. Useless and maddening. Gabe was certain now this was some hypothermia-induced dying vision. In despair, he threw his fists against the metal and, astoundingly, passed right through!

Ice Comp was silent once more save for the whistling of an ominous wind...

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