Debris Field
by Terrie Leigh Relf
I was in the survey station’s bio lab when I happened to notice the debris.
The captain called all hands. “Looks like body bags. Probably died during that last solar flare, jettisoned out the airlock.”
“They didn’t appear on telemetry,” our engineer whined.
“Best bring them aboard, “ the captain ordered. “Can’t have them floating around getting tangled up in our gear.”
***
We managed to transfer all the bags into quarantine. Captain was right. Bodies. Thousands of them.
Human—and still reasonably fresh.
The captain turned to me, “Best get to work. We need some new hosts.”
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