Day 4
It was a sad sight, Beth thought. Seeing Harry and Ted sitting at the dining table, staring into the blackness of the ocean outside the habitat. Beth decided to join them. None of them spoke for a lengthy time. Then Ted broke the deadlock.
“I guess it’s safe to say you’re responsible for Jerry and the Squid, Harry. I don’t blame you; they were both likely outcomes of going down this deep to investigate an unknown space craft; an alien intelligence and a long standing monster of the deep seas. I’m afraid what will happen next now that we’ve pinned the squid on you and we’re all free to bring out our own dark fantasies. I mean your squid occupied all of fears until now.”
“I don’t need your sympathy Ted, it’s hard enough being humiliated like this. I mean a giant squid. That’s stuff kids think of.”
“I wouldn’t feel too bad about that, Harry,” Norman joined them, “having a physical presence be the manifestation of your fear is a lot easier to handle than someone’s mental fears. At least having a physical enemy means we can join forces and defend ourselves from something we know. As Ted said, I’m more afraid of the unknown facing us now. It could happen to any of us and wouldn’t know who manifested it. The squid attacked Harry just the same as us.”
“Now that we all know we’re capable of evil and good manifestations it’s time we prepare ourselves. We have no idea how long this storm will go on for, it could still be days. Matter of fact, I have no idea how long we’ve even been down here.”
A small flicker of panic overcame Beth, what if we’ve already been down here too long? The
Navy didn’t count on us being down here for so long on internal power.
“We should be okay, our air gets recycled and scrubbed and the electricity,” Norman stopped, “I actually don’t know about the electricity. We used the defence system and the squid might have damaged stuff. I suggest we first clear this up and all check the generators and scrubbers. I’ll take A-cylinder, Ted B-cylinder. Beth C and Harry D.”
They all walked off, except Beth. I could handle a giant squid, but to slowly die down here. I don’t think I can handle that, Beth thought. She quietly made her way to C-cylinder and checked the generator. At current rate of consumption there were only a few days left before the scrubbers would fail to provide enough oxygen. No, I’m not going to wait in agony here until we all die from suffocation, she decided. She wanted the machines to pump all the air out of her room and into the remaining cylinders. The emergency doors closed. It won’t be long now, she thought. And for the first time she felt at ease, it didn’t matter that the scrubber would continue to work for weeks. She didn’t need to know that.
“Help! I’m stuck in here and I think the scrubber is failing!” Ted screamed. No one responded, there was no intercom in this section of the habitat. Ted started to panic. He couldn’t think logically anymore and started to hyperventilate. His hand started to tingle and he felt light-headed. He knew this was a result of a lack of oxygen and coupled with his surroundings and the door closing he thought the worst. “Help me, I’m dying in here!” He slowly fell down on the ground.
In the next cylinder Beth thought she heard someone scream. She initially dismissed it, but then she was sure she heard it again and this time she made out the word ‘dying’. Realising it came from the room next to her she realized her grave mistake. B and C-cylinder were connected! Which meant Ted was going to die too. She couldn’t live with that consequence. The emergency lock was disengaged and she opened the door and rushed towards B-cylinder. She saw Ted on the ground. She could just catch Ted’s eyes and saw he was still conscious. She opened the emergency door and grabbed an oxygen tank from the wall and helped Ted up.
“It’s okay Ted, you must’ve had a panic attack and hyperventilated.” She took a quick glance at the scrubber which had all the green lights on. “The scrubber is okay, there’s nothing wrong with the air here.”
“Thank. You. Beth” Ted said while taking gasps of air in between words. “I’m okay again, I guess I did panic. I’m okay now though. Thanks again, Beth. You saved my life.”
“No problem, Ted.” Beth said. “You’re a lucky man.”
“What happened Ted? You look a little white.” Norman entered the room.
“Oh, hi, erm, I fainted, Norman,” Ted lied, “Must be the compression down here. I never really got used to it. Luckily for me Beth heard me fall and helped me up.”
“Yeah, lucky for you.” Beth repeated uneasily.
“Well, good thing Beth was around to help you up.” Norman reassured. “Harry’s back in the common room, all generators and scrubbers okay in your cylinders too?”
“Yeah, we’re okay.” Beth answered.
Harry was sitting in the common room. He had last year studied the art of meditation and thought this would be a great time to start again. Anything to block his mind off from thinking about anything evil, he thought. It seemed to be working, no Jerry, no squid. Just emptiness.
“I think I’ll join him, perhaps we can discuss the whole black hole theory again. You know to occupy our minds.” Ted grinned.
“Good idea. We’ll continue our meeting after dinner I guess. See you in an hour.” Norman and Beth left separately.
Ted didn’t actually went to talk with Harry. He took his usual spot next to the door and started to watch Harry. Ted realised he was meditating and thought that perhaps he should try it. He tried it for a couple of minutes, but he clearly didn’t have the discipline. Oh well, he thought, nothing happening is good enough. He left Harry alone.
Norman meanwhile went back to his bed and decided how to go forward from here on. He didn’t yet know what his deepest fear was down here, and if it will come out at all. Then he wondered whether he would even come forward if his evil manifestations came out. How does one rationally confront their irrational fear, he thought. Norman decided to push it to the back of his mind and deal with it at an appropriate time. For now he decided the best way to find out who does what is to keep a close eye on all of them and see where they go when they manifest their evil thoughts. He could imagine all kind of helpful ways for him to accomplish that and decided to try one of them on himself to see if it would work. It did, Norman realised. Although me being me, I already know I’m not doing anything evil tonight, he smiled. Then his face turned solemn again.