Dark planet

             - We are able to confirm that the planet is uninhabited. No settlement has been found nor  any signs of intelligent life. No wildlife poses a considerable threat to human          colonization. Pockets of water have been detected on the poles and in small pockets    around the equator. The atmosphere is breathable but the atmospheric pressure takes a big  toll on our bodies. I’ll report again at the end of the week. Chief of mission Okilo, off.

   Carmen stepped away from the communications device and stared at the data. She pressed some buttons and sent the message home, hopefully having an answer by tomorrow morning. She then walked through the corridors of the ship towards her room, where she removed her uniform and laid in bed in her underwear. She was tired but that was normal after so many hours working in the surface of the planet. Carmen had begun feeling sleepy until she suddenly opened her eyes. She then sat on the bed and opened her bedside table drawer. She took out a picture and stared at it.

In the photo, there was a small girl with her parents. They were at Disneyworld, judging for the castle in the back and the character that had joined them for the picture. She caressed the paper and remembered her parents, who had been dead for a long time. Carmen had lost them in an airplane crash just the year after entering the space program. She had suffered alone for a long time but eventually came to be at peace with it by herself. She wasn’t the kind to crumble in front of difficulties. That’s why she had been chosen for leading this mission.

 Carmen put the picture back in the drawer and tried to sleep but that was a waste of time, especially because the speakers in her room carried the voice of her scientist officer to her room.

-               - Carmen. There’s… I need you in the observatory. It’s urgent.

 She detected the worry in his voice and decided to dress with some shorts and a shirt and go to the observatory fast. She was there ten minutes later, yawning and realizing her blouse was stained with chocolate. Norman was there, looking through a machine down to the planet. He hadn’t heard her coming and he almost jumped when she touched him in the back.

 Norman was a short and thin man. He had always looked sick but now he seemed worse, as if he had been informed of the worst news. Without saying a word, he invited Carmen to look through the lens he had been looking on. She leaned forward and realized it was pointed at the planet, somewhere near the Equator.

-                - It’s the region we call Morgana. Desert. Many rocks, no water. Let me put some                  coordinates here.

He pushed some buttons and the telescope aligned. Now, Carmen was looking at a small patch of something black. Or maybe, dark blue. It looked as if the lens was dirty or something but it wasn’t… It couldn’t’ be, out there, in the vacuum of space. Besides, the dark patch seemed to be… to be growing, yes. The edges of the stain seemed to move, like ants when moving in large groups.

-              - What is it? – She asked.

-              - No idea. It appeared only a few hours ago. I thought at first it was a telescope                  malfunction but it clearly isn’t.

-              - Is it life?

-              - Maybe.

-              -But we did a planetary scan… There was nothing big, not like that.

She pulled away from the viewer and went closer to Norman. He appeared to tremble, which was not uncommon in space. It was very cold there and Carmen had just realized she had not put any shoes on. She had to take a decision about the dark stain that seemed to grow. Should they go and investigate or only report the event and wait for instructions on how to engage it? She told Norman to go to bed and that they would discuss it in a meeting with the others. She also decided to send another message to Earth before going to bed, stating the latest events.

 The following day, she met her team. With her, there were seven humans in the ship: two scientific officers, two technical officers, a chief of mission, a navigator and a mechanic. They were all experienced and had been travelling through space for many years. They all trusted each other and knew the risks of the job. But this event was all about what they didn’t know, which visibly scared them. The stain had grown even larger as they slept. Carmen told them of the message she had sent and that she wouldn’t hear anything about an answer for, at least, a whole day. So they needed to make a decision: do or not do.

 Carmen and the two science officers voted for taking their shuttle and landing on the planet to investigate. The technical officers and the mechanic were against it, thinking risking the shuttle was a very dangerous move because they might need it latter in their mission. The decisive vote was the one of the navigator, a young woman that was the least experienced of them all. She loved the stars and planets and was very fond of making calculations and measures but this decision was bigger than her. She finally stated that she had entered the job because she had always been curious about the universe and that this might be a chance to reveal one of its mysteries.

 So later that day, the mechanic made sure the shuttle was just right for a flight over the planet. Carmen had decided she would go with Norman and one technical officer called Sarkar. The three boarded the shuttle in silence and got the instruments ready. Shortly after they had begun their short travel towards the surface. Norman monitored the stain at all moments, being able to do more accurate calculations as he drew closer to it. Sarkar took the ship over the Morgana region and flew over the edge of the stain. It was not a surprise when they all gasped, covering their mouths or just started sweating even more than usual.

 Down there, the dark stain moved. It did. Like soda spilled over a table. But this wasn’t a liquid. Or at least not at first sight. They were thousands, maybe millions of living things down there. Sarkar made the shuttle be still and that way they realized that the creatures were actually gigantic. They weren’t human in form, but rather like insects. They moved tightly, away from a center. Carmen, calm as she could make herself to be, told Sarkar to get the ship over the stain. The creatures seemed to be coming out of somewhere.

 Sarkar started moving the aircraft as Norman took pictures and measures of the creatures. They all knew they had made a big discovery but they still did not understand what it was all about. The planet had been deemed void of any large creatures and, now, there they were, looking down on gigantic insectoid creatures, roaming the desert dunes. After a fifteen minute flyby, they arrived at a point in the desert were mountains had been able to grow. And there, on a small group of peaks, there seemed to be a volcano. Sarkar had to make the ship go up, in order to take a better look.

 Somehow, the volcano was active. There was some smoke and Norman could detect small tremors on the surface. But the volcano wasn’t spilling lava or rocks. It was spilling living creatures, dark as the emptiness of space. And it was then that Carmen covered her mouth. She realized that the creatures emerging from the crater were not all the same. They were smaller ones among the titans. And not all looked like insects. Some even had… had some kind of human form. Not exactly our same biology but so similar. And like their volcano brothers, they were also dark as night.

 Norman took several pictures, Sarkar tried to maintain the shuttle in a good vantage point and Carmen just looked everywhere, amazed. The creatures had not realized or did not care about them. They just came out of the planet and walked, away from it. Then, like coming out of a trance, Carmen ordered Sarkar to flyby again towards any edge of the stain. They did so, faster than the time before and realized the group below had grown by the millions as they watch over them. The creatures kept walking, like under hypnosis.

Carmen decided it was enough and ordered Norman to release a probe and Sarkar to get them back to the ship. They both complied and got to there home minutes later. All the team reunited in the observatory and watched as the planet slowly became invaded by the dark blue stain. The probe sent back images, of every type of creature down there, just walking. Finally, hours later, the whole planet had been covered by the volcano creatures. The probe showed how they all suddenly stopped moving.

 Then, something happened, something that cannot be explained. The planet turned bright, as if it was a sun. It grew brighter and brighter and engulfed everything with its light, even the ship. They all screamed as their heads felt heavy and hurt them. They couldn’t open their eyes. And suddenly it was done. They help themselves up and realized, scared, that the stain had disappeared. The planet was as it had been before. When checking on the volcano, the crater was found to be non-existent.

 Carmen ordered her team to have an early dinner as she reported back to Earth. This event was of a terrific importance. She knew it. Or better yet, she felt it so.

El matrimonio de la prima

   Era una tontería, pero a Damián jamás le había gustado cortarse el pelo. Sentía que ir a la peluquería era un desperdicio de tiempo, que podía usar para adelantar algo de trabajo o relajarse en casa viendo alguna película interesante. Pero tenía que ir porque, como su madre le había dicho por teléfono, no podía presentarse como un “pordiosero” al matrimonio de su prima más joven. Con frecuencia su madre le recordaba que su prima tenía tan solo veinticuatro año y estaba recién salida de la universidad. Damián, en cambio, tenía casi treinta años y vivía de lo que había ahorrado en un trabajo que ya no tenía.

 Vale la pena mencionar, y él siempre se lo decía a su madre, que la empresa había quebrado por mal manejo del dinero. No lo habían echado ni había renunciado sino que la empresa simplemente había dejado de existir. Eso no parecía importarle a su madre, que había empezado a presionar a Damián cuando su hija Gabriela se había casado el año anterior. Antes, toda la atención de la madre había estado sobre ella pero ahora llamaba a Damián a todas horas, como si fuera una entrenadora viendo el estado de su único atleta.

 La verdad era que Damián no pensaba en ir al matrimonio pero Benilda, su madre, lo había amenazado tanto con las consecuencias de no asistir que prefirió no ir en su contra. Lo hizo comprar un traje, a pesar de la insistencia de él en que nunca lo iba a usar más ya que era un hombre creativo y no una marioneta de oficina. Eso a ella poco le importó. Dijo que siempre servía tener un buen traje, para ocasiones como bodas y funerales. Damián rió cuando escuchó lo de los funerales, contestando lo triste que sería para alguien verlo a él en traje y saber automáticamente que alguien murió.

 Cuando no estaba siendo acosado por las preguntas incesantes de su madre, Damián prefería escribir y dibujar. Eran las dos cosas que más le gustaba hacer y las únicas dos que sentía que hacía bien. Los deportes eran un caso perdido para él, principalmente porque pensaba que eran una idiotez. Y para los números no era precisamente un genio, cosa que le había costado su primer trabajo como cajero en una tienda de ropa. Damián también buscaba trabajo pero la verdad era que no se esforzaba mucho en ese cometido. No era fácil encontrar ofertas de trabajo que buscaran gente verdaderamente creativa. Todos apuntaban a tener alguien que se dejara manejar porque eso era lo que querían las empresas pero no lo que quería Damián como ser humano.

 Cuando dejaba de quejarse de todo, porque así era él, se quedaba callado e imaginaba lo que podría ser su futuro: un escritor reconocido, un dibujante prolífico o incluso un gran actor o un cocinero de renombre. Estas dos últimas cosas le llamaban la atención por dos de sus rasgos más notorios: era un gran mentiroso, muy bueno. Todo el mundo se creía completo lo que él decía, como si en la cara tuviese escrito que no podía mentir. En cuanto a lo de la cocina, era algo que hacía con frecuencia. Vivía solo, en el apartamento que antes había sido de su hermana, y allí cocinaba para sí mismo todos los días e incluso para un par de fiestas que había organizado allí mismo con sus amigos. Pero, siempre que volvía a la realidad, sentía que todo eso eran solo sueños ridículos y que a nadie, o a casi nadie, se le presentaban oportunidades tan grandes, tan fácilmente.

 Otro fin de semana, a una semana de la boda, doña Benilda arrastró a su hijo al centro comercial para comprar zapatos “decentes”. Al parecer, ella no veía con muy buenos ojos que su hijo fuese a usar zapatos deportivos negros con su traje nuevo. Ni siquiera cedió antes unas botas negras, militares, que Damián conservaba como un tesoro. Nada de lo que tenía le gustaba e insistió que debían ir a comprar unos nuevos. Después de un recorrido largo y tedioso por varias tiendas, la madre de Damián por fin encontró lo que buscaba: unos zapatos negros, que parecían hechos para un hombre mayor de noventa años. Eran incomodos, feos y no muy baratos pero ella los compró y Damián no pudo decir nada.

 Le dijo que lo invitaba a almorzar, ya que no parecía estar comiendo bien. La verdad era que Damián comía bastante pero lo hacía ciertas horas y había dejado de comer cosas que le sentaban mal a su estomago. Era increíble, pero su propia madre no tenía ni idea de lo que podía y no podía comer. Con la bolsa de los zapatos y un par de bolsas de compras que había hecho su madre. Se sentaron en una mesa de la plaza de comidas y su madre, sin parecer dudar mucho, le pidió a Damián que le comprara una carne con papas y ensalada en uno de los restaurantes. Damián le hizo caso y fue con pasa lento hasta el lugar.

 No había fila entonces el proceso fue rápido. Le dieron una de esas alarmas circulares, y le dijeron que el pedido estaría listo pronto. Desde la mesa, su madre le gritaba que usara el cambio para comprar su comida. Damián ya no era como en la escuela, cuando sentía vergüenza de sus padres si hacían algo ridículo pero en ese momento recordó el sentimiento. Se dio la vuelta, le agradeció al encargado y empezó a caminar para ver que pedía. En un local de comida saludable, había un joven jugando con un aparato electrónico, cosa que a Damián le llamó la atención. Se dio cuenta que tenía un menú bastante rico y decidió pedir algo.

 Fue cuando se acercó al sitio y saludó al empleado, que se dio cuenta de sus ojos. La sexualidad de Damián nunca había estado exactamente definida pero en ese momento supo que le gustaba mucho ese chico. Se quedó sin habla unos segundos hasta que subió la mirada y leyó en voz alta el menú que quería. El empleado sonrió, visiblemente extrañado por la actitud del cliente, y le cobró sin decir más. La transacción fue rápida y justo en el momento, vibró la alarma del pedido de su madre. Sin decir nada se fue pero a medio camino se dio cuenta que no tenía su cambio y tuvo que devolverse, rojo de la pena, a pedírselo al empleado, que le sonrió divertido.

 Esa noche, Damián soñó despierto de nuevo, esta vez con el lindo empleado del restaurante de comida saludable. Solo se lo imaginaba ahí frente a i dirigido dos veces. ojos color miel bien abiertos y esa sonrisa medio burlona que le habolo se lo imaginaba ahél, sonriendo, con sus ojos color miel bien abiertos y esa sonrisa medio burlona que le había dirigido dos veces. Pero como todos los sueños vividos de Damián, terminó sin conclusión y pro su propia decisión. Era una idiotez soñar con cosas que no iban a suceder nunca, y estar con alguien que lo comprendiera era igual de descabellado como soñar con ser un escritor famoso. Simplemente eran cosas que jamás iban a suceder y que no valía la pena pensar en ellas.

 Pasaron los días hasta que, por fin, llegó la hora del matrimonio de la prima joven de Damián. Su madre le exigió estar en el lugar de la boda temprano. Apenas llegó, no lo dejó ni saludar a su padre, a su hermana o a la novia sino que empezó a arreglarle el saco, la corbata e incluso trató de pulirle los zapatos con un pañuelo y saliva. Pero afortunadamente todo empezó rápido y tuvieron que sentarse y estar en silencio. Damián detestaba las bodas porque siempre decían muchas idioteces, en un momento u otro. Pero afortunadamente los novios parecían tener prisa de estar casados y la ceremonia fue rápida.

 En el salón donde se iba a celebrar la cena, Damián se sentó en la misma mesa que sus padres, su hermana y el esposo de ella. A Damián le caía bien él y, según le contó, conocía desde antes al esposo de la prima casada porque jugaba futbol con su hermano. Señaló entonces otra mesa para indicarle quien era el hermano del novio y Damián casi se cae de la silla cuando se dio cuenta que era el chico del centro comercial, al que no le había podido decir bien su pedido. Tratando de no sonar nervioso, le preguntó a su cuñado que hacía el hermano del novio y le contó que había salido de la universidad hacía unos años pero que no había encontrado trabajo estable. Tenía un par de oficios de medio tiempo. Era músico.

 De nuevo, Damián casi se ahoga y su cuñado le pasó una copa de champagne, con la que brindaron por los novios. Los platos de comida empezaron a ir y a venir y Damián se concentró en no mirar a la mesa del chico, del que todavía no sabía el nombre. No quiso hablar más del tema con su cuñado porque no quería que pensara que había más interés del normal, aunque así era y Damián se concentraba mucho en no mirar. Habló con su hermana y su cuñado de su nuevo apartamento, de sus trabajos, con su padre de la política nacional y su madre tuvo oportunidad de quejarse de más cosas. Entonces los novios interrumpieron mientras los meseros repartían el postre para anunciar su primer baile como esposos.

 Ellos bailaron primero y todos celebraron y luego la gente se les unió, incluidos los padres de Damián y su hermana y su cuñado. Se quedó solo y entonces perdió la voluntad y miró hacia la mesa que tanto lo torturaba. Pero allí no había nadie. Todos se habían levantado. Miró entre los bailarines, a ver si veía al chico pero no lo vio por ningún lado. Seguramente se había ido. Aunque si era el cumpleaños de su hermano…

-       Hola.

 El chico había llegado por detrás, sin aviso. Damián quedó lívido. El chico se sentó a su lado y empezó a hablar de las bodas y entonces Damián, lentamente, se unió a la conversación. Así hablaron por horas hasta que la fiesta terminó y tuvieron que ir todos a casa. Cuando llegó a su apartamento, Damián se dio cuenta que por el miedo a lo que podría pensar, no le había pedido el número. Pero no importaba porque entonces vibró su celular. Era un mensaje y Damián leyó:

-       Le pedí tu número a tu prima, mi cuñada. Estamos en contacto. Buena noche. Felipe.

 Damián sonrió y contestó sin dudar. Ya no más dudas. Solo hacer.

In the rain

-       - Whatever you may want to forget, I can help you…

   The voice seemed to come from deep beyond the rain and hail. Marina stood there, freezing but attentive of the voice she had heard. But she never heard it again. Instead, another voice seemed to be approaching, yelling something that she couldn’t understand. Then she saw a shadow that turned out to be her father. He had a large plastic covering him and yelled Marina to go with him. She doubted for a second but he helped her by taking her arm and running with her. They were followed by Anseon, Marina’s pet pig, who stopped every so often to check on mushrooms growing in the ground. About ten minutes later, they were inside their house, by the edge of the town.

 Marina went straight to her room, dripping water. She crossed her mother but didn’t say a word, only standing by the door to let Anseon in. She then removed her wet clothes and put them in a plastic bag that she would get downstairs some other time. She lay in her bed and covered her face. Marina could hear the voice again, as clearly as she had in the downpour. Who had talked to her? The woman, because it was a woman’s voice, had not revealed herself and Marina’s father probably scared her away.

 Anseon climbed on to the bed and Marina uncovered her eyes, caressing his pet and wondering what had really happened that night. She had only gone to the forest to pick up some berries for a desert, the ones she did every week, and suddenly a storm had formed and she had been trapped there, on the mud, between the hail, the rain and that strange voice from beyond. It may have been a forest spirit or maybe a wandering soul… Many people, including her grandfather, stated that the woods were haunted and that spending any time there after nightfall was, at very least, dangerous.

 Marina was distracted from her thoughts when her father came in, without even knocking. He knew very well she hated when he did that, only because the doorknob didn’t work. She then grabbed a book that she had left on her bedside table and pretended to read, although she didn’t even look at more than two words. Her father sat down on a small chair by her closet and asked her why she had left the house that day. Marina left the book aside and told him he knew well that she always cooked a pie or some desert for all the family. She knew the best berries grew in the forest and she had gone to grab some. Her father then asked why she didn’t have any of them with her when he found her and Marina explained she had dropped them when running from the storm.

Her father didn’t seem to believe her very much, especially because when he found her she had not been running or anything similar. But apparently he decided not to keep asking anything and just old her to go down for dinner. After putting on a sweater and caressing Anseon’s belly a little more, she went down and sat besides her mother. Her younger brother Mason was already eating, trying to cut his meat but failing awesomely at it. Marina realized she was not very hungry but tried to eat at least some bites. She knew her father was looking her every move, as if she was a dangerous criminal. Her parents started talking about the downpour.

 Spring had arrived, that much was true. But it never rained like that on this part of the world. They hoped it would soon end because the river downhill could overflow and that would be devastating for the little town. As both kids had class the next day, no parent said anything when Marina stood up and left her plate almost full. She went to her room and hugged Anseon. Marian then thought of the rain, the voice, his parents, of everything that had been going on in her life and then started to cry in silence. The pig appeared to be worried about her but she soon fell asleep. After all, she was very tired and needed the rest.

 However, the rain didn’t stop during the night. It hadn’t become stronger either. It just rained and rained, sometimes some hail falling, others only liquid water. Marina’s mother called the school and learned it had been closed permanently because of flooding. The school was located in the lowest part of the valley and, apparently, many volunteers were trying to make a barrier with sand bags in order to repel the water. Father had gone to work, as the factory did not close for rain or for anything else. Mother was attracted to the idea of helping the school but the children were too happy about not going to class that it would have been cruel to take them there anyway.

 Marina decided to spend the time writing. She had been reading a lot about poetry and thought she could give it a go but after an hour she realized it was much more difficult than what she had thought. Then, she decided to try drawing but that wasn’t much better either. Bored with the outcome of her attempts at being an artist, she decided to help her mother with lunch. They did a gorgeous steaming hot soup, with all kind of vegetables in it and pieces of chicken. They all needed something like that to warm up the bones; after all, the rain didn’t seem to recede in any way.

 After they had the soup, Marina decided to cook one of her pies. True, she had lost of the fruit she had picked the day before, but her mother still had some lemons and all the ingredients to make one. So she started cooking and realized the feeling she had when doing a pie was the one she would have want to have when writing a poem or drawing some scenery. It was that permanent bliss, that strange peace that sets in when one does what one likes. When she finally put it in the oven, she looked through the window and then she was sure she had seen an elderly woman outside. But after blinking and getting close to the window, she realized the woman was not there.

 Maybe it was because she had been inside the house for too long… She had started imagining things. After all, the day before, she never saw the face of the woman that had talk to her. Marina thought she was just too eager to have something special happening to her and that’s why she was imagining things. When the pie was done, she gave a warm slice to her brother and mother, along with some tea. Her dad arrived just when they sat down and she gave him a slice too. For the first time in a long while, they had a nice time as a family. There was no fight or no unusual tension. Her father told them about the flood down in the valley and how the factory had been closed earlier to also prevent flooding.

 They chatted for hours until night came and mother started heating up some soup for everyone. It was then, when Marina went to her room to look for her notebook, that she saw the woman again. From her bedroom window, she saw the old lady looking at the house, at her. She smiled when Marina looked at her. The girl pulled away from the window, breathing heavily. Apparently, she was the voice in the rain. It was two coincidental… What did she want? Why did she think Marina wanted to forget something? Or was it a trick to lure her into the forest.

 Marina then decided to wait for everyone to be asleep and then she would go outside, not minding the rain, and demand an answer from the woman. She waited patiently, distracted by her family during dinner. Somehow, her father was in a great mood, telling jokes and holding their mother’s hand often. Mason had spent all they making small clay characters and they all congratulated him because they were just great. Even Marina got to confess to her family how much she loved doing the deserts, cooking. She told them about that feeling, the kind that fills your heart when you do something that you love.

 Her parents encouraged her to keep learning all about it, about confectionary and cooking in general. They knew she could be great as all her creations were just delicious. Their support almost made her cry and it was Anseon asking for food that distracted her and made them all laugh. After some time, they decided it was time to go to bed and see how the next day was going to be like. Marina volunteered to wash the dishes and her father stayed at the dining table trying to fix a clock that hadn’t worked in many months. When she finished, she looked through the window and then to her father, who was immersed in the fixing of the clock.

 Marina decided to sit at his side at the table and just speak to him. She did so, without stopping. She told him about how she was going to go to the forest again, following and old woman she had seen her earlier that day. She told him she felt that woman had something to say or to do and she needed to find out about it.

 Her father turned to her, smiling. This confused Marina. When he started talking, it was in a very soft voice, almost melancholic. He explained that woman had been seen often in the last few years. The forest was haunted, indeed. By a woman that had thought that the best way to deal with thing was forgetting about them if they hurt or if they're scary. That woman, he explained, was a rumored witch, an ancestor of theirs. He advised Marina not to acknowledge her but never to forget about her because she represented that which they should never do, which is ignoring problems. He then told his daughter to bed and rest as the next day they would be helping people in town. She smiled, kissed him on the cheek and went upstairs with Anseon to sleep, a dreamless sleep.