Star Crossed Lovers
25 August 2006 01:25![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesWe reach upwards at the same time towards certain death.
We see the bright light on the roof of the airlock get brighter with a power surge and then the glass pulses out into a fantail of diamonds and we’re flying out of the airlock into the darkness.
We hold each other close. We’re already starting to convulse as we freeze. It’s like shivering except our skin is cracking and flaking off like old paint. Our veins stand out like ropes. Our last breath gusts out and goes from steam to crystals in less than a second. It’s beautiful. It’s the last thing I see before my eyes freeze solid. And that’s it. Two naked corpses entwined and flying away from a bad place. We die in love which is better than living in denial of it.
On this space station, there is a carefully planned population stability program. No babies are allowed. It is against the law for a relationship to blossom between potentially fertile couples. Every person here is gay.
We were about to be arrested and shipped back to Earth for betraying our sexuality and upsetting the status quo. We pleaded that we would be careful. We said that even if the contraceptives failed and we did have a child that we would be able to keep it and it wouldn’t harm the station. These people were our friends. We were so naïve. The council was having none of it. The rules were clear. We felt like a modern day Romeo and Juliet. Our memories of Earth were dim at best. This was our home. They would not change us. We wanted to die here.
We formed a suicide pact through coded emails and found a way to get past the house arrest locks on our pod doors. We both brought homemade overload components to sabotage the airlock.
We got into the airlock naked. Hugging each other tight in the cold booth, we kissed and reached up with our devices and touched them to the light.
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We see the bright light on the roof of the airlock get brighter with a power surge and then the glass pulses out into a fantail of diamonds and we’re flying out of the airlock into the darkness.
We hold each other close. We’re already starting to convulse as we freeze. It’s like shivering except our skin is cracking and flaking off like old paint. Our veins stand out like ropes. Our last breath gusts out and goes from steam to crystals in less than a second. It’s beautiful. It’s the last thing I see before my eyes freeze solid. And that’s it. Two naked corpses entwined and flying away from a bad place. We die in love which is better than living in denial of it.
On this space station, there is a carefully planned population stability program. No babies are allowed. It is against the law for a relationship to blossom between potentially fertile couples. Every person here is gay.
We were about to be arrested and shipped back to Earth for betraying our sexuality and upsetting the status quo. We pleaded that we would be careful. We said that even if the contraceptives failed and we did have a child that we would be able to keep it and it wouldn’t harm the station. These people were our friends. We were so naïve. The council was having none of it. The rules were clear. We felt like a modern day Romeo and Juliet. Our memories of Earth were dim at best. This was our home. They would not change us. We wanted to die here.
We formed a suicide pact through coded emails and found a way to get past the house arrest locks on our pod doors. We both brought homemade overload components to sabotage the airlock.
We got into the airlock naked. Hugging each other tight in the cold booth, we kissed and reached up with our devices and touched them to the light.
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