“It’s ready. Transferring now,” says the VR technician.
“Thanks,” I say, studying the new data floating in my vision.
I equip a well-worn headset.
Ripples of code give way to a silent darkness, only a lone light shines from behind onto icy ground. I’m pulled along by a gradual acceleration, subtle but present.
A chunk of ice breaks and passes by amongst shimmering dust.
I watch it disappear.
Behind, I see the ship, my body somewhere inside, on the bridge, watching this drone study this icy world.
“Now we can walk on comets,” I say, taking a step.
This piece is inspired by the Carrot Ranch’s weekly Flash Fiction challenge:
February 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story on ice. It can be an event on ice, a game on ice or a drink on ice. Go where the prompt leads you.
Respond by February 20, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published February 21). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!