SF: Deep Space

[penthius]

"I need to be in space," she said firmly to the recruiting officer, but what she was thinking of was the deep blue depths of the oceans--as they had been when she was a little one, before the lit-up cities and the domes and the tourist bubbles that went out to see even the few "preserved in a natural state" parks (and how could you preserve something without borders, that flowed from one place to the next, in a natural state?). She remembered the deep cool velvety dark, and the glimmers of phosphorescent fish, the wonder of seeing a thing that nobody else had ever seen, the creaking and groaning and moaning and booming of the vessel and of the echoes and rhythms of the ocean around them.


Inspiration: I needed to be writing.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Had a baby in August. Haven't done freewriting since mid-July. 'Nuff said.