A rug lay on the floor of the station cabine. Simple and bare on the inside an intrinsical complex pattern was weaved into it’s fabric on the edges. Her legs crossed she had taken place on the center of the rug. In the center of the station cabin.
A knife, curved steel marking the blade and leather ribbons the hilt. It would be family heirlome if it hadn’t been replicated by nano carvings and if the leather would not be of artificial kind. Still for the purppose of the now it did suffice.
She inhaled. For a faint moment she tried to taste the air around her. The smell of concrete not of sand. The smell of steel beams not that of trees. The smell of sandelwood slowly burnign to ashes.
For the purpose of the now this did suffice.
She put her left hand on the hilt of the knife. For a second the events how she had gotten this knife passed her inner eyes. It was not the knife she touched she had been given back then. Nothing she had been given in the past was still in her possesion. Not the knife, not the life, not her body.
The door bell rang. She opened her eyes and raised herself. Tapping her knees for a second she felt ready to open the door.
She walked over to the door »Who’s it?«
»Mis Skjem I’m Station technician Herdlo.«
The sideways moving door revealed a lithe member of the sebiestor tribe.
»Hell Mister Herdlo thanks for coming over however I assumed my technical problems to be so miniscuel that they could be solved somewhen.«
The sebiestor shook his head.
»It’s more complicate than it seemed, we did a routine check up and found some serious issues with the water supply system in this section of the station.«
She mustered the man that was a stranger to her. »And you deduced that it must be my cabin that is the source of this problem?«
»Nah we found we need to check all cabins in this section.«
She smiled. »Sorry for taking my self to serious of a matter, so what am I to do now?«
»Well either you watch me do my job …«
»…or you take a stroll while I do my work.«
»You know, best idea ever.«
He looked confused. »You are saying?«
She looked around the cabin »I only rented this room for the night so I’m free to leave it. Just let me pick up some personal stuff, then the room is all yours.«
He nodded. She walked to the rug and formed it to a roll the knife inside After this she walked to the door. He eyes her and the rug she was holding. »Nice rug, looks somewhat traditional tribal.«
»Nah and yeah, it’s a present from my deceased uncle. I find solance in remembering him by carrying his present.«
He nodded and smiled. »Now that is loyality in a strange yet strong way.«
»Hmm what you mean?« she insisted.
»Well you carrying something from a deceased relative with you to keep the memories fresh, this is like a feat of loyality, doing something for someone who can’t do it.«
She smiled »I guess your right, I’m loyal to his spirit even when it’s not here anymore.« With this she left the room. »Good luck with your repairs Mr. Herdlo.«
»Well« he pointed to the incinerator »you leave this behind?«
She laughed »It makes a nice atmosphere in here and it was cheap so I leave it for someone who needs it.« Having said that she walked away.
»Your a weird one you know« the mechanic said to her.