Poisoned Ice part 7
This is the final part of a science fiction short story. The first six segments are earlier in this blog. Anton deGama's spacecraft in the rings of Saturn had been poisoned. He used the bio-engineered plants to signal for help, and is now talking to his friend Kellerman. He has grimly confirmed his ship is dead...
"What are you going to do?"
"I get the reward money and the majority of my harvest - it'll pay enough to get me back to Marsport." Anton's voice was dangerously level and emotionless.
Kellerman leaned over and put her hand over his. "Wouldn't you rather buy a new singleship and stay out here, Anton?"
He shrugged, not meeting her eye. "I haven't enough cash; and Ringcredit say I haven't enough security." He heard his own voice tremble slightly, with anger or despair.
Kellerman, incredibly, grinned - his anger flared at her callousness, but she raised her hand to silence his outburst. "You know I work for DSTV in my spare time?" Anton nodded blankly. "DSTV want a wire of your story for syndicating on Earth. I can make sure the story pays you enough for a new ship."
Anton raised his glass, and haltingly smiled across at Kellerman, hope rising within him again. Emerald was dead, and he would mourn for her: but he would be staying in the rings.
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