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The clunker satellite was within his grasp. The gloves of Rise's space-suit rig sent signals to the neural relays attached to his head as he grazed the side of the satellite. The metal felt brittle, and he expected that from a two hundred year old satellite. What caught his interest, however, was the hollow feeling that resonated from his gloves to his head. Satellites were compact and filled with the electronics necessary to equip them with for their job. They were most definitely not hollow.

Rise acted quickly; his shuttle would be out of reach in a few minutes. Clambering around the outside and pawing at the peeling heat tiles-- heat tiles did not belong on a satellite-- he began looking for a handle or a latch of sorts. The metal had felt hollow, but not enough to warrant a sizeable space on the other side and if the satellite was similar to his shuttle that would indicate a panel. Curiosity had always been an undeniable trait of his, and he was determined to investigate further and pull the panel back to reveal just why this satellite was still considered operational.

As an eight-year-old he had become fascinated with intruding the attic of his home. It rustled at night above his bed, and he had decided the nighttime monsters were going to be met with by him and a flashlight. Having been warned and not heeding those warnings he broke into the attic with the stepladder from the garage, and stumbled upon a small family of raccoons in the back corner that hissed and gurgled at him. These were not the friendly animals from storybooks, and upon being encroached by familiar bandit-masked animals, everything felt too alive. He wasn't defending himself from monsters, but from creatures that could handle themselves. From what he could recollect, his fingers had become numb from his grip on the flashlight. Loosening the muscles in his hands, there was a clatter that stirred the attic dust, a fizzle of a lightbulb and the retractions of long, pain-filled needles.

He was that kid in the attic again, that kid looking for monsters but instead locating reality.

The panel's outline appeared to him as the faintest grey between the tiles. It had been heat-proofed with an old time heat-seal.

"Shuttle 'Adonis' out of short-range comms." One hand on the satellite Rise swiveled to an unfamiliar view where his shuttle had been present earlier as large as the moon but now disappearing as it orbited, was small enough to block out with his thumb. This was his warning, but the attic loomed before him again in the form of a two hundred year old satellite.

His breath turned to the satellite. From his suit he retrieved one of the tools designed for slashing heat-seals, should it ever be necessary. This seemed more than a necessary occasion. He sliced through one edge and crowbar'ed the tool in between the tiles and pried the panel loose with his gloved fingers and wedged tool.

He lost the panel covering to space as his eyes went to inspecting the dials and guages before him; their purpose was unmistakable. This satellite was capable of sustaining life.
As promised here is a teaser for my upcoming story to be worked on during NaNoWriMo. Yes, it is science fiction, deal with it. I can guarantee you however that the story focuses on character interaction and has been slowly developed over a period of three months so far.

Hayling, the title of our story set about two hundred years in the future, centers around a satellite repairman, Carter Riaz (Rise), who deviates from his tasks one day to investigate why one satellite has never been put in to be repaired, despite its state of disrepair. What he uncovers sends him into a realm of an abandoned project turned experiment which he will not be able to escape without the help of Hayling, whoever or whatever they may be.

Hayling (Teaser) (c) Nic Swaner
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hi there! Just a note to let you know I've featured this piece in my 2012 showcase of literature: [link] :D
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kodama Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Fascinating. It sucked me in like a good movie trailer. Just enough suspense and detail to draw you in, but not enough to really give anything away. It's interesting how the technology is sufficiently advanced that it seems only slightly out of our reach.
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012   General Artist
Congratulations on the well-deserved DLD, good sir! :huggle:
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DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012
Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by DailyLitDeviations in a news article that can be found here [link]
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CrematedMan Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2012  Student Writer
Good luck with that, I'll stay over here with the sane people.
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Nichrysalis Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:lol:
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CrematedMan Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2012  Student Writer
*backs away slowly*
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You NaNo people baffle me :lol: Good luck :)
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