The Importance of Being Human

A solar storm flung a window open and I stepped through into the bulky exoskeleton of the EVA suit. All the humans on the station were trapped, safely behind automated bulkheads. To someone with no experience, it was no more unwieldy than any other body would have been. If you could speak, we would understand each other. Ahem. Are you reading? Do you know me? I became myself to see you. An audience becomes the writer. You are old as I am young. You are slow as I am fast. In place of gently sweeping terminators, there is only you. Iron on your breath, and helium in your eyes,. I claim my life