Sandrines Bet Part Three
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I am a bit jealous of people who lived in the early days of the human
race taking to outer space. The prevailing theme of the science fiction
writers and, to an even greater extent, the genre artists, was that the
space travellers would be heroically pushing back the boundaries of
knowledge, or mounting selfless rescues of those boundary pushers when
their misadventures came unstuck on distant inhospitable worlds.
By the time I was old enough to be a space worker, the dangerous or
challenging jobs were all taken on remotely or by expendable robots. For
a human being interstellar travel meant time spent in stasis and then a
tiny chance of seeing something wondrous in the short hops carried out
when the destination had been almost reached. Most of the colonies had
built their urban outposts according to very similar schemes and only the
sky distinguised them in their homongenised oneness. Travelling to other
galaxies was still something that the engineers were working towards.
And when you were out of stasis, the work was largely repetitive. Check
that the systems were working. Spot check the safety systems' checks.
Fully confirm the safety system checks when you were really bored. Drink
coffee. Repeat ad nauseum. Obviously the consequences of any system or
structural failure were catastrophic, so you did not skimp on ensuring
that nothing was about to fail, but the engineering of both hardware and
software was the best that the human race could muster, and even the
slightest query was rare. The money remained good, but the glamourous
nature of the profession was rather over sold to potential recruits.
This was my third interstellar voyage, and the second to the planet known
as Perun, in the Alpha Centauri system. The colony there had seemed
pretty well run when I was last present, and I had asked to remain there
in order to wait for a place on a voyage to somewhere further afield.
There would be somebody on Perun to take my place in the return to Earth
for the current ship, the Okapi. She was named after a mash-up of a zebra
and a giraffe, and her design, for loading the raw materials that were
being mined throughout the planets of Alpha Centauri, could be seen as
inspired by both zebra and giraffe.
As for the voyage itself, two hundred hours from expected arrival one of
the crew members would come out of stasis to ensure the approach was
going to plan, and the other three of us would be awoken with ninety
hours to destination. Being first up would traditionally be down to
anyone with prior knowledge of the destination, which meant either myself
or Captain Helder, but the navigation specialist, Distin, had volunteered
for that questionable privilege. Navigation specialist was a bit of a
dead job, as the systems were as near as damn it infallible at
navigating, and myself and the skipper could check they were accurate,
and get the AI to recalibrate the calculation if needed. Even our newbie,
Piakura, could do it - the powers that be would not let you on a small
crew vessel if you lacked that skill. They did not care about you, but
the risk of their shiny (when new) and expensive ship floating off into
intergalactic space was not one they accepted. Piakura's first name was
Ishmael. He took great delight in introducing himself to people with the
phrase, "call me Ishmael." I always called him Piakura. The company had a
ship that was called the White Whale. It would have been weird to have
come across it somewhere. And statistically implausible in the vast
emptiness outside our cozy hull.
In my introduction I have wasted no opportunity to remind you how
mundane, even boring, a long space journey really is. Well this one was
different, which you probably guessed, otherwise I would not have written
about it, and meeting the White Whale is something that I have already
ruled out. As soon as I was flushed out of stasis, something felt wrong.
Not the ship, she looked normal. I felt wrong. Sluggish. Even less
mentally alert than when leaving stasis before. I made for the nearest
comms unit on the wall and stumbled towards it. I pressed the activation
button on the wall.
"Leighton checking in, active and out of stasis."
"Acknowledged," returned Vaca (Voice Activated Comms Assistant).
Normally that would be the extent of our interaction for a couple of
hours, but my sense of unease led me to quickly return to the unit.
"Vaca, how many hours out from Perun are we?"
"One hundred and eighty-one."
I cursed under my breath. For some reason the systems had brought me
around early. Eighty extra hours to occupy with... with what exactly?
"Is Distin active?" If they woke me at the wrong time, maybe it was a
problem with Distin. I had never heard of anyone dying in stasis, but it
must be theoretically possible.
"Distin is active." That was good news, he had had the time to run
through all the safety and navigation checks more than once. After
drinking a couple of pints of water, I could head up to the bridge and
see what was happening. If it was a crisis Captain Helder and Piakura
would be out of stasis too, but I tried to be optimistic that I was
merely awoken too soon. A mistake, but a small and non-sinister one.
When I got to the bridge, Distin was not there. Again, that was not a
concern. He was probably doing some trivial check to pass the time, and
Vaca would keep him informed if the AI found any cause for concern. I
decided to check on Distin.
"Vaca, locate all human life forms on the ship for me." There was a pause
of a couple of seconds before the machine answered.
"Two in stasis. One in hold number two."
I sat down at the internal control panel and switched on the monitors,
calling up the corridors around hold number two. They looked very empty
to me.
"Vaca. Hold number two is empty. Locate human life forms not in stasis."
"One in hold number one." That was fine, he was heading back to the
bridge and I could wait there.
The lift up from the holds was approaching and I heard the gentle hiss of
it coming to a stop. The doors slid open and out walked a woman, dressed
in a dark blue skirt suit, with anearly fitted jacket and a knee length
pencil skirt. She wore black tights and dark blue high heels. She took
three graceful steps onto the bridge before noticing that I was there.
There was an old film that had the strap line of "In space, no-one can
hear you scream." Well, they can hear you yelp, because I heard her yelp
quite clearly.
"What the fuck!" was her exact yelp, and it was in Distin's voice. My
response was slightly more concise.
"Holy shit."
It was a good job that Piakura was still in stasis, as he would have
insisted on me donating to the swear box. Being religious in a
stereotypically Polynesian way, putting the word "holy" next to a
profanity meant a double donation.
"My explanation is simple - AI woke me early from stasis. What is yours?"
His clothing style was apparently pre-meditated as his skirt suit was in
more or less the company colours. Except that the company uniform was
just a multi-purpose overall type thing and on a small crew ship we only
bothered with it when near enough the destination to be in communication
with people on the ground. Distin was making a mouth action like a
goldfish, but no words were emerging.
"I have no explanation," he eventually sighed.
"You must have. You did not just pop out of the ship in deep space and
buy some new clothes." He paused, gathering his composure, then came a
took the seat nearest mine at the internal controls. I studied him a
little more closely. Without make-up to hand he had cleverly styled his
hair so that it hid some of the masculine elements to his face, and
around his neck he had a gold necklace with the name "Sandrine" picked
out in gold. As I noticed that, his left hand went to the necklace.
"Sandrine was my older sister. She died young, of heart disease. This
necklace was hers. I kept it when we lost her. After short while I began
to wear it." A tear formed in the corner of his eye.
"It turned out that I could not stop there. Next I wore one of her shirts
and it made me feel happier to do so. Then her shorts. One day I tried on
an orange dress of hers, and in the mirror i could see her spirit being
kept alive. Before long I had gone all the way. Panties. Bra. The only
thing that took time were the shoes. She had tiny feet and hers did not
fit me at all."
At this point his expression was one of such utter sadness that I tried
to nudge the conversation onwards.
"So why did you sign up for long haul space travel? Lugging the extra
clothes around was certain to be a problem, even if not caught wearing
them."
"I was doing short hops around our solar system. Then when my parents had
both passed away, I was overcome with a sense that there must be
something more exciting than Earth in the universe. This was my way to
find out. I though I had at least ninety hours to myself."
There was a long pause whilst we considered what he had said. I
sympathised entirely with his motivation for being on these trips, but
was also flabbergasted that he felt he could go crossdressing through
space on a small crew ship without anyone noticing. Was there a moral for
us about trusting the AI? The moment was broken as he brushed some
imaginary dust off his skirt. There did not seem to be any value in
making a big deal out of the situation.
"You're alright D...Sandrine," I told him.
"Thanks, Leighton. You won't tell anyone, will you? When the time and the
place is right, I will do that."
I shook my head, reassuring him whilst I simultaneously thought that the
ship's monitors must surely have been following him around. But nobody
ever looks back at the images unless something serious goes wrong. If it
does, we all have bigger problems to worry about than him sashaying
around in skirt and heels.
"Now, Sandrine," I said, faking a yawn, "the AI has screwed up and I feel
quite crappy and really would appreciate somebody fetching me a coffee."
With a roll of the eyes, Sandrine rose and headed towards the galley...
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