Saturday, December 23, 2023

31.706083 North, 35.202457 East

 

one

“Houston, there seems to be a problem…”

 

two

“Bodger, this is Houston,” Capcom responded, “We confirm an anomaly with the Murry drive.  Conduct emergency shutdown.”

Dr. Gabriel Shepard replied tersely, “Negative response to shutdown.  The drive jammed during the mid-course correction.”

The voice of the Capcom remained steady.  “Bodger, the Flight Director is consulting with the mission engineers.  We’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

“Oh, I certainly hope so, Houston, because it looks like I’m going to be home a lot sooner than we figured.”

 

three

Flight Director Alyce Byrne took a deep breath and looked at the anxious faces around the table.  “Okay, where are we?”

The scientists looked at each other, discomfort crossed their faces.  Finally, one of the engineers on the team blinked several times and said nervously, “This is serious.”

“Well, Roger, of course it’s serious,” the Director said calmly.  “We wouldn’t be sitting here if it weren’t.  Can we be a bit more specific?”

The lead engineer, Spencer Holt, pressed his palms down on the conference table and said quietly, “At 2055 hours, Bodger fired her engines for a scheduled mid-course correction.  The course correction was successful but instead of shutting down, the engine locked open and caused the spacecraft to accelerate out of control.”  Holt wiped his face with his hands and continued.  “The onboard computer failed to shut down the engine.  Dr. Shepard attempted to manually shut down the burn but was unsuccessful.  Mission Control’s computers also had a negative response.”  His head gave a little shake.  “He’s going too fast…”

There was a long silence before Byrne spoke.  “Can we get Bodger to slow down enough to bring Shepard home safely?”

The answer was almost a whisper.  “No.”

 

four

“Houston, this is Bodger.  Come in Houston.”  Shepard’s haggard face appeared on the view screen.

“Go ahead, Bodger.”

Shepard’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker.  “I was just wondering how things are going down there, Houston.”

Capcom glanced up at the Flight Director, who was standing behind him.  She frowned and gave him a small shake of her head.  He took a deep breath then switched on his mic.  “Umm, Bodger?  The engineers are still exploring some options-”

“Cut the crap, Houston,” interrupted Shepard.  “I know I’m just one guy, not a panel of engineers, but I think I have this figured out… My name is going up on the wall, isn’t it?”

Byrne involuntarily glanced at the Memorial Wall.  It was a silent reminder of the dangers of space flight with the names of astronauts who had perished in the space program.  She placed her hand on Capcom’s shoulder then toggled on her own mic.  “Shepard, this is Byrne.  I won’t mince words here.  It doesn't look good.  But we haven’t given up hope and we’re still looking at all the options.”

Conflicting emotions crossed the astronaut’s face.  He looked away and blinked several times before he turned back to face the camera.  His expression was blank, and he cleared his throat.  “I kinda figured.”  A vein in his forehead throbbed.  “Look, I have tons of data from Proxima Centauri.  I should download all that information before… before…”

The Flight Director gently cut him off.  “I’ll let Telemetry know.  SETI and the Neo-Earth group are really looking forward to getting their hands on the Proxima Centauri b data.”

Distracted, Shepard nodded slowly.  “PCb is really interesting.  That planet looks promising.  Let me know when Telemetry is ready, and I’ll start the download.”

Byrne glanced over to the Telemetry desk, where the engineer gave her a thumbs up.  “They’re good to go, start it up,” she said to Shepard.  “I’m going to turn you back over to Capcom.  I have to see about getting you home.”  She turned to leave and said quietly to herself, “Don’t lose hope, Gabe.”

Shepard’s voice answered from the speaker.  “I’ll try not to.  Thanks for talking to me, Flight.”

Dammit!  She had forgotten to turn her mic off.  She stopped in her tracks and regained her composure.  She turned back to face the screen.  “Call me Alyce.”  She took a deep breath then said, “We’ll figure this out.  I’ll talk to you later.”

“I appreciate it, Alyce.”

“Don’t mention it, Gabe,” she replied awkwardly.  She gave a little wave and toggled off her mic.  She walked out of Mission Control to a nearby hallway where she slumped heavily against the wall, her shoulders heaving.

 

five

Once Alyce Byrne had collected herself, the Flight Director made her way back to the conference room for an update.  She took her seat and looked around the room.  “Okay, where do we stand?  How do we get a spacecraft home safely that is accelerating toward earth, and has no fuel for a re-entry burn?”  The engineers and scientists around the table avoided her gaze.  “No one?  No one has come up with anything?”  The room was quiet until one of them finally spoke up.

“We discovered something that we weren’t expecting.”

Byrne took a deep breath, “We weren’t expecting any of this, Dixon.  But go ahead.”

Dixon cleared his throat nervously and said, “Everything that we’re seeing is new territory for us.  We didn’t have a contingency plan because frankly, we never expected anything like this to happen.”  He looked helplessly at one of his colleagues who nodded and blinked his eyes rapidly.

“Go on…” said Byrne.

 “Well, his clocks are off…” Dixon replied.

The director wrinkled her brow.  “You mean they’re not working?”

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.  Bodger’s clocks aren’t in sync with our clocks here at Mission Control.”  He looked nervously around the room.  “They’re slowing down.”

The other scientists exchanged puzzled looks.  “So, what are you saying?” asked Byrne.

Dison stepped up to the whiteboard and drew a straight line on it.  “You know how the Murry drive folds space to allow us to travel great distances.”  He redrew the line with a fold in it, positioning the end of the line close to the beginning.  He stared at the board.  “What we didn’t really pay attention to, what we didn’t think about, is that not only were we folding the three dimensions of space, but we discounted the fourth dimension of time.  We’re folding time as well…”  He turned back to look at the director.  “Bodger is accelerating, and time is slowing down in Dr. Shepard’s space.  At some point, time is going to seemingly stop for him and then, we theorize, he will start moving backwards in time.”

The director stared hard at the scientist before she spoke.  “And what?  He’s going to magically show up… yesterday?”

“Actually,” the scientist ran his hand through his hair and turned back to the board, “we crunched some numbers and ran some simulations.  We think he is going to end up -” He extended the line to the left and wrote a number.  “Somewhere back here.”

The room was silent.  After a few moments, Byrne said, “So when Shepard goes back in time, magically appears, and gets out the capsule, they’re going to think he’s some sort of -”

Somewhat matter-of-factly, the scientist cut her off, “Oh not at all.  At that speed, Bodger won’t survive re-entry.”

 

six

The past couple of days had taken a toll on the Flight Director, and in the middle of the night, she found herself in the relative quiet of Mission Control.  Only a few necessary monitors were manned at that hour, and Alyce took a seat at the Comm station.  “Bodger, this is Houston.  Come in, Bodger.”

Gabe glanced up at the camera.  His eyes were red; his face was haggard.  “This is Bodger.  Go ahead, Houston.”

Capcom looked over at the Director, who looked down at her hands before tilting her head to one side.  He pursed his lips, turned off the video feed to the main screen, and took off his headset.  He stood up and said to no one in particular, “I think I’ll get some coffee.”  As he passed the Flight Director, he powered up the view screen and camera at the Comm station.  “Take your time,” he murmured.

Alyce nodded and gave him a grateful smile.  As the picture came into focus, she keyed her mic and said simply, “Hi, Gabe.  It’s Alyce.  I’ve muted the feed, so it’s basically just the two of us.  How are you doing?”

He blinked a few times and rubbed his face.  “As well as can be expected I guess.”  His expression seemed to soften a bit, and he paused for a moment before saying, “Thanks for muting this.  It’s hard being live with everyone watching my every move.”

“I’ll pass that along,” she said.

“Thanks for that,” he said before clearing his throat.  “I guess you’re not here just to exchange pleasantries.”

She looked guilty and answered, “I’m sorry, Gabe…”

He leaned back and looked away.  After a moment, he turned back.  “Not your fault.  I appreciate it though.”

“I wish-” she started to say.

“Yeah, I get it.”  He swallowed hard then continued, “I’ve been trying to make some sense in it all.”

Alyce sighed, “I don’t think any of this makes sense, Gabe.”

“Maybe not.  But I’ve been thinking.  Do you believe in fate?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you believe in fate?  You know, destiny.  Maybe there’s some reason that I’m here in this capsule, hurtling toward certain -”

She cut him off.  “Don’t say that.  We don’t know for certain what’s going to happen…” her voice petered out.  Clearly flustered, she started up again.  “I’m a scientist, Gabe.  I don’t believe in fate.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Alyce.  I think there’s room for spirituality in that secular scientific world,” he ventured.

“I can’t think that there’s a reason for what’s happening.  This accident -”

It was his turn to cut her off.  “There are no accidents…It’s just a thing that happened.  I think there must be a reason.”

“I don’t see it, Gabe.  I just don’t see it.”

“Who knows, Alyce.  Maybe somewhere down the road it will all make sense.  I DID get the data from Proxima Centauri.  That HAS to stand for something.”  Gabe gave her a wan smile, “I have to believe that it stands for something.”

 

seven

They watched as Bodger re-entered the atmosphere.  Beyond all hope, if everything was to happen in a perfect world, Bodger would slip into time, miraculously slow down, and pop right back into the present.  It would appear as if nothing happened, and the spacecraft would make its re-entry and return to the space center. 

However…

“Three…Two…One…”

There was a soft splash of light and then…

“Bodger, this is Houston.  Come in Bodger… This is Mission Control, come in Bodger…”

The sound of static spilled from the speakers.

 

They waited for three days.

 

At the memorial service, Alyce spoke of her conversations with Gabe.  She admitted that perhaps his fate was to touch the lives of others in some small way.  “He will never be truly gone.  He touched the lives of others, and he will always live in those memories.”

 

eight

Melchior looked up into the sky.  There was a soft splash of light, then a long fiery trail in the heavens that pointed to the east.  The three wise men followed the star and ended up in the small town of Bethlehem.  There, they paid homage to a baby lying in a manger, a baby whose parents had named Jesus.

 

epilogue

Gabe awoke to the sound of someone tapping on the hull of his spacecraft.  He blinked as a soft splash of light streamed through the opening hatch.

 “Where am I?”

 

 

author’s notes

= This was another challenge for me.  I wanted to write a counter-Christmas story, something that went against the typical Christmas norms.

= The title of the story is a dead giveaway.  31.706083 North, 35.202457 East are the co-ordinates for the city of Bethlehem.

= Gabe Shepard gets his name from the angel Gabriel, of course.  And Shepard, a nod to Alan Shepard, the first US astronaut in space.  Also Luke 2 8In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: 11to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. 12This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.”

= The spacecraft Bodger gets its name from the old English bull terrier from the story, The Incredible Journey.  I’m showing my age with that reference, but for those who are familiar with the story, I felt like it was a fitting name.

= The epilogue is purposefully ambiguous.  Feel free to believe whatever ending you wish.  😊

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