Glass Marbles
A Sci-Fi short story about interstellar refugees
“How long is it gonna take?” 5765 laid on the operation table, asking the doctor. “Would I be late for dinner?”
The doctor introduced herself as Calypso. The name sounded fake, but 5765 wasn’t in the position to complain about names. Doctor Calypso was kind to him and didn’t treat him like a child. So that’s good.
“Probably,” Doctor Calypso said. “It’s not that good anyway. Canned beef stew and potato again.”
“Okay.” It didn’t stop his mouth from watering. Any food was good food. A stew in the war zone would have been heavenly.
He tried staying still on the cold surface, but he couldn’t help himself. A lengthy disinfecting process had got rid of all the grimes. His skin was still tender. His fresh new jumpsuit made him fit right in with the sterile environment of this…facility.
He didn’t know where they were. Just underground. It’s large and full of people. They’ve been here for a few weeks. Waiting for something. It’s finally his turn to get treatment.
“Is it gonna hurt?”
“Only a little at first.” The doctor said.
5765 believed her. The doctor was younger than his mother as he last remembered her, and carried an entirely different vibe…
