Disaster & Apocalypse

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by Rich LarsonSeptember 26, 2012

He waited until Eta Carinae was in the viewport, roiling on its stellar winds. It was blinding.

"Four hundred times the size of the old sun," he said. "Which, of course, fit upwards of a million Earths."

She champed at the plastic in her mouth.

"And at peak population, Earth had, what, eleven billion people?"

She turned away. The skin of her neck was burned and blistered, like his, from the slow approach.

"And now there's only two of us," he said, craning to see the bodies drifting above them, each with a cauterized hole in the forehead. "Just the two of us with the whole universe in front of us."

Her head dropped to her chest. Then, slowly, she pushed towards the viewport.

"So now you want to see it, do you?" He smiled. "Think of all that room in there. Think of the vastness. If you could love me with the size of one Earth inside Eta Carinae, that would be enough. I'm not a greedy man, you know."

She maneuvered her bound hands to the airlock control.

"We're so important now, you and I." His eyes were rapt on the star. "The last two."

She pushed.

About Rich Larson

Rich Larson was born in West Africa, has studied in Rhode Island, and at 21 now lives in Edmonton, Alberta. He was a finalist for the 2013 Dell Award and received the 2012 Rannu Prize for Writers of Speculative Fiction. In 2011 his cyberpunk novel Devolution was a finalist for the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award. His short work has since received honorable mention from Writers of the Future and appears or is forthcoming in Lightspeed, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, AE, Futuredaze, Isotropic Fiction and many others. His self-published spec-fic can be found at Amazon.com/author/richlarson.

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