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A TRIP

                        The monitor occupied a whole wall of a small cockpit.  They sit
                comfortably reclined and watched the contours of the well known planet
                wrapped with a bluish fog.  The planet was covering almost half of the
                screen.
                        - You wanted to show me THIS? – Asked Eve pretty disappointed. –
                Sightseeing of our dear planet…  I've always hated those student
                excursions.
                        He slowly bent over and touched a button on the command desk.  At
                the same moment, all walls became black.  Only the lights on the command
                desk smoothly twinkled.
                        - The automatic pilot?  Why did you turn it on?
                        He didn't answer.  Instead, he pushed another button.  A small yellow
                twinkling light accompanied the great number of others and the walls
                started coming towards each other.
                        - Air pillows! – She shouted delightfully.  With few impatient moves
                she freed herself of bends and pushed herself off the chair.  She started
                flying towards the right wall and dived into the soft blackness with great
                satisfaction.
                        He was still operating something at the command desk.  Both chairs
                and the command desk elegantly slipped underneath the screen.
                        - Have you ever made love on zero gravitation?
                        Eve wasn't sure she heard him correctly.  She tried to turn over but
                her try turned into a hazardous pirouette and she—after she bumped off the
                wall—continued flying towards him headfirst.  He hugged her readily and
                started flying through the space together with her.
                        - Are you serious?
                        - Very serious, - he answered.
                        She laughed frivolously and hugged him.  Very carefully, she searched
                with her right hand for a little sensor on his back.  When she finally found
                it, she skillfully wriggled out of his hug and continued flying in opposite
                direction, laughing out loud.
                        They heard a 'click'. He continued his flight naked while the wrinkled
                shell followed him at certain distance.
                        - You, little witch…
                        He turned over with a well-trained move, pushed himself off the wall
                and unmistakably went toward her.  Very soon, there was another shell
                flying around, lightened up only by a spooky bluish light from the screen…

* * *

                        In just a tiny second, all walls changed to bright yellow.
                        - What happened? – Asked Eve fearfully.
                        - A sign for danger, first step…  This has never happened before… 
                I'll go see what's going on.
                        He went towards the command desk hidden bellow the screen.  The
                Earth's bluishness became smothered by the intensive yellow light.
                        - I can't turn off the pilot…  It can't be turned off in a case of danger…
                        - But, what danger? – Asked Eve. – Where are we going?
                        - Sector CK-3… - He answered mechanically.
                        - CK-3? But there's a…
                        - Yes… A black hole…
                        - It cannot be! That's the forbidden sector!
                        - I don't know, - he said bluntly. – I can't do anything…
                        The screen soon became dark as the contour of the Earth gave up its
                place to the spooky darkness of the Universe.  A yellow cabin became
                fulfilled with horror.
                        A small passenger ship unstoppably ran towards the unknown inky
                opening.  Clouds of stardust through which the ship went made its shell
                look like an orange peel.  When the ship became swallowed by the time
                collapse, it just unperceivably shook and then disappeared.

* * *

                        The eons went by.  Suddenly, as quietly as it disappeared, an egg-like
                wreck appeared in the visible part of the Universe.  There were words
                'SE-3 destination EARTH' written on a big black screen; but, two asleep
                passengers were not able to see them.

* * *

                        He was awaken by a strong bright light that played on his eyelids.  He
                stretched his numb legs and opened his eyes.  The interior black as Hell
                on one side and that intense brightness on the other scared him.  His mind
                occupied only one thought: RUN AWAY.  He tried to jump but his legs did
                not support him and he fell over the command desk.  Strange screeching
                noise that suddenly appeared followed by colorful twinkling gave him a
                panic fright and recovered his strength.  He climbed up on the top of the
                swinging wreck with speed of a pursued beast.
                        Glimmering green of the surrounding gave him confidence.  He
                instinctively jumped and abandoned his naked body to waves.  His limbs
                trashed up and down without stopping.  He heard a strong shattering sound
                behind him but he didn't turn over.  He saw his goal.
                        With last atoms of strength, he crawled onto the beach.  A long slimy
                creature zigzagged through the dense greenness above him.  Yet, he was
                distracted by something else.  Something that stood in front of him and
                that looked exactly like him.  He saw the stretched arm that was offering
                him a small red fruit.  He took it and took a bite.  He knew it had to be like
                this.
                        For who knows what time, everything started from the beginning…

                        Dragana Konstantinovic
                        Translated by the author
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