Space is a borderline short story about two astronauts that are drifting in space and manage to meet each other. What happens later is up for you to discover. Based on my barely so called game SPACE and SPACE 2. This story is very predictable but easy to read. I hate difficult books and stories so this is more of an easy one. Enjoy!
I let out a loud yawn like all of my mornings. Got up, put on my slippers and went to the bathroom. Brushed my teeth, took a shower and I was finally ready to go to work. Like all my mornings I decided to browse the news and noticed that NASA was recruiting astronauts for their new ISS mission. It explicitly said that they did not take any responsibility for me and I would be trained for more than a few months. And I didn't care. I didn't have a reason to. My mom died years ago and I had nothing to lose. I registered just for the fun of it. Hundreds of thousands of people register, what was the chance of me getting picked?
I opened up my garage door. My car was some old trash with a barely visible company logo that made it. Either way I didn't care much about it and neither did I take care of it. It gets me where I need to and that's what mattered the most to me. I worked an office job in a large company. They treated us like crap but at least they paid something. "Something" that is enough to pay for my food for a month.
My routine repeated for months and months until one day I received an unknown call. I picked it up and a groggy voice said that I was picked for the NASA ISS mission. I was required to go through a health inspection first and I barely somehow passed. I drank a lot of beer everyday so this really surprised me. After that it was just... nothing. For other 3 months I received no calls from that guy. I just kept on my routine and pretty much forgot about it.
I was awoken by my loud ringtone. It was the same guy with the groggy voice. He asked me to get ready and that a car would come to my house. I didn't have anything nice to wear like a suit so I simply picked what I wear every day: beige colored shorts with a red t-shirt. I had never been this excited and scared in my whole life, well, except when I got mugged.
An hour later a black car drove up to my house and honked. I locked my door and as I was going to the car I turned back to look at my house for, hopefully, not the last time. We drove for hours and hours until we finally arrived. The first thing that caught my gaze was a gigantic rocket. I've no idea why it was kept outside but it was absolutely humongous. You might think that ships are big. Multiply that ship by three and you'll get that rocket I saw.
I was introduced to four other guys who got picked like me. They were friendly and excited. I was too, I guess. It was a mix between being excited and being scared after realizing that I can't back out at this point. I would look like an idiot, an absolute failure. I had to go on that mission. There was no other choice.
End of part 1.