Ten minutes of oxygen left, free floating in space. Danger + urgency = intensity VWA #001
I stare out of my helmet, looking at the stars that I see in the far distance and my heart seizes gently at the feeling of the immense vastness of space that I am in, and I am so small and I'm going to die out here. Of course, there could be worse ways to go. Instead, I will die surrounded by the beauty that will be my murderer. I think of how they will retrieve my body, still perfectly preserved, as there is no atmosphere in open space. There is a beep, and then a voice, to notify me of my oxygen. You have seven minutes until oxygen is out. I exhale gently, knowing it won't help. Slowly, I reach my hand out pass through the star dust above me, caused by the comet that passes by. I giggle as my glove freezes, then instantly melts the ice. I could think of worse ways to die and decide this is the best way to go. All my life I worked to get up here, to get out here, and now I am adrift in the universe and now I am set to die, but it will have been for something. I am the first person, the first woman, the first woman of color, to be out in this part of space, the part outside of our little solar system. I remember the day they told me I would get to go. My heart swelled as it does now as I look at a purple planet in the distance. The thought of getting to be out here among stars and planets and everything we know nothing about, it made me so happy, I cried. Now I am crying because I am alone. You have four minutes until oxygen is out. I think of my daughter, who is twelve. She will miss me, but she follows my passion and I hope she follows my path out to the stars and creates her own legacy. I think of my mother, who will cry and say that she told me it was dangerous out there, but that she is proud of me anyway, because I did what everyone thought I couldn't. How could I not? All of the universe, for me to discover. I stare out into the vastness, the velvety blue-blackness that wraps around me as I struggle to breath. Dying from lack of oxygen isn't that bad…. It feels like falling asleep. Soon my heart will shut down, and then my brain. I startle as a piece of metal floats past me, reflecting myself onto it from the light on my helmet. I see green eyes that are sorrowful and joyous and a face that is tear stained and slightly blue. You have one minute until oxygen is out. I take a deep breath, using more oxygen than I know I should. I feel my heart slow down, stutter, then stop. I exhale on my last breath, "I love you, daughter, family, universe."