“Silo, wake up...” Ship's voice caressed my conscious like a cool hand on my forehead.
Awakening wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be, surprisingly all I did was open my eyes.
While in suspended animation with my pendant monitoring my vital functions I’d been frightened at first, fearing I might never again regain control
of my body, be able to move, to talk, but with one word from Ship I slid back into control of my body, opened my eyes and smiled.
I was at Ships Center where the humid warmth and quiet filled me, gave me peace lying there on her floor.
“How did I get in here?” I asked, still supine, looking up into the soaring beams of Ships inner structure.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re ok. How do you feel?” Ship asked gently.
“I’m ok Ship. Better now.” I did a mental check of my body, lying still, breathing deeply.
“You were poisoned Silo, but you already know that don’t you?“ Ship stated the obvious.
“Yes, I knew it as soon as I walked onto the bridge but I couldn’t control myself.“
“That’s what poison does when it doesn't kill outright. It’s insidious and debilitating. It takes over your senses, robs you of your actions
and words, even if you don't die you're as good as dead.
“Yes” I laughed softly out loud. The poison hadn’t robbed me my memory of the debacle on the bridge with the Healer Antar.
“Do you know anything of the other suspected poisonings aboard?” Ship asked with some curiosity.
Though I knew Ship could read my mind at any given time I was grateful I was given the chance to respond in my own way.
It gave me validation and a sense of comradery when Ship had more respect for my individuality than to intrude on my minds solitude, to trespass where
no one had the right. Nothing was more precious than the ownership of my own thoughts and actions, my free will.
“No, I didn’t know there was poison on the Yydryl. It was the nut wasn’t it?” I replied, half guessing at the answer.
“The Yydryl has been fraught with troubles long before you arrived here Silo, and yes, it was the nut. If you had eaten it instead of choked you
would have died.” I could feel the nervous tension returning to Ship, and felt the more sorrow for being in part the cause of it.
“Don’t worry Ship, I’ll talk to the Security Officer as soon as I can.” I tried, hoping the idea would please Ship.
“Well well well, what an abrupt change this is! From hiding in walls to seeking them out! What's happened to your fear of the Rigellians?”
Ships bearing became lighter and cheerful at my revelation.
“I don’t know really. I was feeling like my next breath would be my last, I remembered what you said about S.O Whisper, I looked up and there she
was, and I didn’t feel any fear.”
“I’m happy for you Silo, and for the Rigellians.
Ships voice held a smile and a secret left unspoken, none the less I felt content wash over me in waves.
That Ship held back knowledge of the poisons ability to cause a sense of euphoria, (thus my sudden change of heart over the Regalian), was a secret
indeed, and one Ship was wise enough to keep to herself.
“It’s good you’re better. Exciting times have come to the Yydryl Silo,” Ship sighed happily, “Your gaining a tentative trust of the
Regalians at this juncture pleases me, as it should you. It’s good when something positive comes from a tragedy.” Ship finished, closing the
“What do you want me to do now Ship?” I felt like even better than when I’d first woke but small shadows of confusion still lurked in the
corners of my mind.
“For now, if you’re up to it, you’ve got someone outside the door who’s very concerned for your welfare.”
“Carpet!” I cried, hoping my friend wasn’t too worried.
“Yes, and I think you better go cheer up the old Rug. I hope you’re pleased I’ve given Carpet permission to enter your private quarters.”
My eyes must have betrayed my joy, Ship laughed again, vibrating gently under me as my heart soared.
Pulling myself up from where I’d lain I let my head stop spinning before I righted myself to my feet.
“Silo, when you’re satisfied you’re quite well report to Captain Scurvy for conference. Then you’re welcome to return to the Whales. You
professed a desire to communicate with them, do so, maybe you can give them comfort. They do suffer so on board and their sacrifice is great. Do
what you can to see to their happiness.”
“Anything else Ship?” I asked, pleased Ship had given me permission to spend time away from studying to be with the Whales.
“Yes. Don‘t waste time getting get back to your memory discs. If need be work on them near the Whales or in the Swamp when you’re helping
Leisure Officer Cindymars, but I expect you to apply yourself will diligence. Goodbye Silo.”
“G’bye Ship” I turned to go.
“And Silo, from now on stick to pretzels.” Ships voice was full of warmth and content.
I laughed as the mammoth door to Ships Center parted to let me slip outside.
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