DEAD SPACE MARTYR Epilogue 1
And then it began again. It started first with a pinprick of light in the darkness at a great distance. He watched it, trying to determine if it was getting closer or farther away, but was unable to say. He watched it a long time, or what felt like a long time, until it disappeared again. Darkness. Plain and simple. But a sense, too, of a body. Of his body, the limits of it. I’m dead, he thought. This is hell. There was a long moment in which nothing happened. The pinprick of light came back again. He did not notice it reappear exactly, just knew that it was there, and knew it had been there for a while. He watched it. This time it grew slowly larger. It was moving slowing toward him. Suddenly, it became excruciatingly bright. Things began to take shape around it. A thin silvery casing from which the light itself came. Something pinkish nestled around it, which he began, slowly, to realize was a human hand. “A little response,” said a voice, flat, uninflected. “Up the dosage.” He felt something, a stingi…
