The Landing, part 1
Dec. 25th, 2006 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievens“We're running out of air.”
The operator hates when this happens: the cry for help shrieking through his headphones, waking him up from his afternoon nap. He turns his swivel chair towards the computer screen, tapping furiously on the keyboard.
“Parameters incorrect.”
“Bloody hell!” The soothing voice they programmed the computer with makes a man want to swear, whether she tells you you've reached the next level, or are about to let a craft crash. Checking his papers, the operator hits the same keys again.
“Parameters incorrect.”
Impossible... Disbelieving eyes stare at the computer screen.
“Joe, what's going on there? We need your help!”
Quickly he flicks a switch. “I'm... The parameters you gave me. They're wrong.”
“Can't be.” One doesn't dismiss the captain's hard work this easily. “Insert them again!”
“Parameters incorrect.”
There's a pause. Only static can be heard buzzing over the speaker.
“Joe, we're running out of air up here. We are being forced to go down. I repeat: we will go down.”
The connection is cut off. The operator can only stare at the blank screen. No soothing computer voice to guide him or the captain through the motions. They'll have to fend for themselves now.
The operator hates when this happens: the cry for help shrieking through his headphones, waking him up from his afternoon nap. He turns his swivel chair towards the computer screen, tapping furiously on the keyboard.
“Parameters incorrect.”
“Bloody hell!” The soothing voice they programmed the computer with makes a man want to swear, whether she tells you you've reached the next level, or are about to let a craft crash. Checking his papers, the operator hits the same keys again.
“Parameters incorrect.”
Impossible... Disbelieving eyes stare at the computer screen.
“Joe, what's going on there? We need your help!”
Quickly he flicks a switch. “I'm... The parameters you gave me. They're wrong.”
“Can't be.” One doesn't dismiss the captain's hard work this easily. “Insert them again!”
“Parameters incorrect.”
There's a pause. Only static can be heard buzzing over the speaker.
“Joe, we're running out of air up here. We are being forced to go down. I repeat: we will go down.”
The connection is cut off. The operator can only stare at the blank screen. No soothing computer voice to guide him or the captain through the motions. They'll have to fend for themselves now.
