Tarla
I awoke to a red sky. The glass window of my pod was filled with the sight of it. Yellowish-purple clouds stretched overhead as if painted in long, bold brushstrokes. I couldn’t see a sun or star, but this place was illuminated.
I was so thirsty, my mouth felt like dust. Over my right shoulder, I pulled out the water tube and sucked in a few mouthfuls. The drugs had left my body heavy and achy. My fingers trembled on the tube as I tucked it away.
Where the f**k was I? I tapped the screen beside my head hoping to get the answer to that. All it did was merrily inform me that the outside environment had enough oxygen to allow me to breathe and was within a sustainable temperature range. No coordinates, not even a quadrant.
One thing I could say for sure, it was not Clarion-4. That p
