Business As Usual

It was freezing. The sudden decrease in pressure surely perforated some of the cruicial parts, but the temperature drop took over much faster, leaving it solid, pale. It was really unconcerned about the situation, though. In fact, nothing really could concern it, seeing that it was a frozen corpse now. The only thing that would be of interest about it could be if it rejoined to its old self in form of cheap biomass, but seeing that the unsignificant event that led to its current state happened far in deadspace, nobody is likely to pick it up.

A few region farther, three red warning lights lit up over a tank. The first signaled a new arrival, the second signaled that the reason for the arrival was death, and the third signaled that the new body is functional and no medical attention required. The fluid started to drain down the pipes and it was time for the awakening serum to be introduced to the patient. As the drug was injected, the tank opened and the man stepped out, seemingly staggered but with freakish calm on his face for someone who just died. He strained one of his eyebrows looking at the novice doctor assistant, like he was saying 'what the hell are you looking at?', but the capsuleer did not utter a word. The assistant woke from his stupor and handed him the towel he was holding. The capsuleer wrapped it around his pelvis casually, and walked towards the shower. He twitched his nose, the irritating smell of the statis fluid his clone was in took over his senses for a moment. He frowned, then entered the cabin and opened the tap. Hot water poured down the well-built body. Some twenty seconds later, he was walking towards his personal quarters. The aisle was surprisingly quiet this hour, leaving him to his thoughts. He entered the capitain's quarters throughout the Door. From here, he had an almost perfect view of the insides of the station, where like small dots and muscles the maintenance crew was moving al kinds of parts and ships around. It reminded him of the work colons do, taking in and ejecting their volatile food continuously.

He looked back at the Door. That thing meant a gateway between two worlds to him. One was the known, the thrilling and the profitable. The other? He had no real feelings about the other on top of indifference. For many years, he perceived people beyond that door as parts of the body that served his existence. They did not matter much to him - he wasn't interested in their ailments, problems, hunger and affairs. But sometimes he is just forced beyond that Door, to the world that he doesn't want to be a part of, or, more accurately - not this way. He shook off the thoughts of his head, and then walked up to the console, ordered a new capsule, requested his Hurricane to be prepared for boarding, and sit down on the sofa, waiting for the fleet and alliance comms to light up. Flying into dangerous space in a capsule-fitted ship and getting even his pod blown up was his way of business-as-usual afterall.