“I never realized how easily people could be trained to accept slavery”
-The Kindred, Octavia Butler
“Pluto was cold, it was colder than cold. It’s was dead as a stone and cold. The cold that knows nothing but cold.”
My name is Green, I’m a long-haul farer, my main route takes me from Earth to the outer most orbit of Pluto, I really, really hate Pluto. That is known as my up route, on the way back I pass Earth and head straight for Mercury. I skirt Mercury, and I stay in low orbit. The heat from our star is too much for my vessel. I plan to get a new ship as soon I can, I have my eyes on a beast of a transport. The route back to my neck of the woods is known as my down route. This is where I pick up live cargo, humans, cattle and all manner of alien lifeforms.
I am the captain of my very own vessel, I command a crew–well I don’t have a crew, it’s just my daughter and I. Her name is Celestial, I call her Celeste. She was born in zero gravity and has never put her feet on solid ground. I love this little girl more than life.
Celeste’s mother is no longer on this physical plain. She died shortly after the baby was born. It was a down route trip, and we were coming up on Saturn’s outer ring.
My wife you see was from Sirius Minor, but was just as human as you and I. The only way you could tell she was any different is that her skin glowed ever so slightly in pitch blackness. It had something to do with their star and the way it affects their melanin. Her skin was the color of chestnuts and powdered chocolate. Her hair grew in tight helixes that almost reached the floor, she kept shells from her home world in those long locks. She said it made her feel less home sick. I had never had the time to visit her home world, but we were going to go as soon as the baby was born.
Our daughter was supposed to be born on Earth in the mountains of what was then Colorado, in what is now the Dissolved States of America. But before we could get to the midwife, civil war had broken out in the region, and all non-Earthlings were seen as a threat. We had to go and go fast, so I grabbed a shipment that was headed to Pluto and off we went.
The trip was to be smooth, and we were both glad to be out of harms way. If my wife was not welcomed on my planet then neither was I. We made the delivery, and swung wide, and deep so she could get a look at her own star system. When we got back on course and approached Saturn’s outer ring she went into full labor. I had to find an outpost so I could help her bring our child into this life.
I docked at the nearest station that had medical facilities enough to be of some help. I got her comfortable and accessed my external drive where all my medical information was stored. Also stored there was all the music she liked. She loved the music of early 1970’s Earth groups, so I let those play and she calmed down and began to breath in controlled breathes as she had been taught.
I had called my company to let them know my situation, and they offered to send a doctor. I told them that before the doctor got out of Earth orbit the baby would be born. I reassured them I had been well prepared for this.
As the labor pains grew closer my anxiety swelled. I was about to welcome into this plain of existence a new life. A part of me that had not been tarnished by life nor exposed to the religions that had fractured our worlds. This would the person in which our lives would revolve around from now until we drew out last breathes. I was going to look into my child’s eyes and see the universe that had called me since I could stand on my own. And my child would carry on what her mother and I started and beyond. She would see other world’s and conqueror them. She would be a spacefarer.