LOCAL SHORT STORY
THE BOARD (OF CIVILIANS, SCIENTISTS AND ASTRONAUTS)
“It’s been a long two-month process of deliberation to determine what makes it onto the final fleet, but we have one more thing to discuss: the cryogenic population.” The chairperson glanced up from the agenda.
Multiple sighs and “oh gods” were muttered. People stood up, looking to leave.
“Now, now — this shouldn’t take long; it’s really not that complicated. We don’t have enough fuel to support 900 cryopreserved at -193deg. Cel. For 20 years – can we confirm this, engineers?”
“Absolutely!”
“…however” broke in an a cautious voice from the back “there may be issues with certain relatives suing us for breaking contractual arrangements. I note that Walt Disney is to be kept alive for another year, until his family renews his contract…”
“Why can’t we defrost them now? See what happens!” an astronaut yelled.
An uncomfortable silence fills the room
The chairperson cleared their throat. “Cryonics is still at the stage it was 20 years ago when all scientists were ordered to prioritise the climate crisis. Basically, we don’t have the technology to safely defrost them.”
“Well, they’ll definitely die if we leave them” mused a civilian.
“We can’t risk the litigation” a lawyer interjects “and also, can we please just leave?”
The coalition of scientists, citizens, engineers, lawyers and astronauts all nodded in agreement, each taking time to dutifully sign the slip of paper going around. The last person to sign the paper stood up with gravitas. She placed the paper in the chute next to the door, sealing the fate of 900 cryopreserved.
WALT DISNEY BEGAN TO FEEL
Walt Disney began to feel. The feelings were indistinct. A cacophony of noise overwhelmed him. Internal screams competed for space with, unbeknownst to him, the sound of the final fleet of Earthlings launching through the troposphere. He is biting into an apple. Fear began to overwhelm him. He felt his body thrust about by an indiscernible force. He is swinging his keys confidently. Something that sounded like delicate glass fracturing came from very close to his ears. He strains his eyelids, but only one cleaves open. Intense light floods his vision. He forced himself to look around the environment with his one eye.
FINAL FLEET WEEKLY – Issue 1
THERE ARE THOSE WHO DIDN’T MAKE IT
We pay our respects to those of our mission who didn’t make it through Day 1. The memorial was a touching celebration of the final fleeters lives and contributions on Earth.
Most curious was the loss of Xander Dentist, who — much to his family and friends’ despair — flung himself out of the airlock on the east wing upon exiting the Earth’s atmosphere. He was a popular human, and a valued member on the Board of Citizens, Scientists and Astronauts.
More curious still is that upon reviewing the footage, it appears that Xander executed a perfect reverse four and a half somersault in the pike position.
Our condolences to all who have lost a loved one in this tumultuous time in human history.
THE RESCUE
Xander Dentist was plummeting toward the ocean, calmly running through his list of immediate tasks:
1. Locate communications device at 43°03’57.4”S, 149°23’55.1”E.
2. Send urgent request for medical vessels to be sent to location
3. Locate and bundle the cryopreserved
4. Send apology transmission to the humans and an assurance of my safety and love.
5. Shed shell
By Elena S, Coburg








