The bed was wider than a hospital bed should be. She was in a private room, no curtains separating her from other patients, but no windows to the outside world. Yet somehow the light was warm and natural, as if the sunlight had trickled down into whatever deep place she had woken up in.
Of course she knew where she was, where she’d been for the last few weeks getting ready for this first moment of waking up, of trying her new arm.
She looked to her right and all she saw was a pile of grey dust.
Why they left her alone like this she didn’t quite understand. Somehow this pile of dust, these “nanites” were going to be her arm, but none of the doctors or nurses had told her how it was actually going to feel. Maybe they didn’t know. The piece she couldn’t see was the interface. It had been inserted a few days before, but she’d been asleep for that, been asleep for days recovering as they rebuilt her piece by piece.
She thought about lifting her arm an inch off the bed. Cora watched with fascination as the worthless pile began to wave and shimmer, like one of the bed-sheets in the wind. But it had no substance, no form of an arm, and it moved in ways she really didn’t think she was controlling. Even as she watched, the dust settled back into an indistinguishable lump.
Maybe moving the whole pile was unrealistic. After all, what had her real arm been but a bunch of flesh hung on a piece of bone? Her body only had to contract a few small tendons to move that bone, and everything moved with it.
Cora closed her eyes and thought of a wire hanger, like the ones she used to get with her dry cleaning. She bent out the hangar in her mind until it was straight, then bent it again in the middle where the elbow should be, and once more a few inches above her “hand.”
She opened her eyes and saw the hanger. A small portion of the dust had formed a rod that was sticking out of the stub of her body. She bent the rod this way and that and her new arm moved with her, thinner than a pencil, but still under her control.
She thought about flesh but somehow that seemed still too heavy. Instead her wire hangar became the trunk of a tree, with branches sticking out at intervals. The silvery particles were forming a crystalline-like structure, slowly beginning to cross and interleave, like the wire frame of paper-mache.
Just then the door opened and her commanding officer stepped in. It had been weeks since they’d seen each other, not since the first day of this, and Cora snapped into a salute almost by instinct. The sharp branches of her tree poked her forehead, and she thought she felt a small drop of blood forming.
“At ease, Lieutenant.”
Cora moved to put the arm back in the pile of dust but found it had dissolved on her top sheet. She leaned a little to one side to allow the nanites to fall into the pile. Her commanding officer leaned over and with the tip of his thumb brushed her lip ever so gently.
“You had a little of your arm on your mouth, Lieutenant.” The gesture was playful but also showed some of the almost fatherly concern the commander was barely trying to hide.
Cora smiled. “Yes, sir. Better than my foot.”
15 responses to “Forty-Minute Story “Dust””
Part of your WIP?
Not exactly. Think of it as a tangential piece. It’s possible that a passage like this would find its way into Books 2 or 3, but in the meantime it’s just another way of taking a deeper look at an upcoming character.
Cool. Well, I’m jealous of the nanite arm, it sounds pretty sweet. 🙂 Where can I order one?
Although, generally when a man brushes a woman’s lips with his hand, it shows something a little more than “fatherly concern”…
I like your writing style. It’s simple, direct, and yet I can totally see everything that’s happening as I read along. I’m digging the nanite arm, too. 😉 Oh, the possibilities with that!
Indeed. And if I can ever get revisions done on DM, you may see some of them.
This was a really fun read. I like the idea of her having to build the idea of an arm in her mind, and I’m glad its attached to a larger piece. I have so many questions I want answered! 🙂
It may be a while, but you will definitely see Cora again, and probably sooner in other 40 min stories. She’s a major character in a trilogy of books starting with DM (that’s an abbreviation BTW). Hopefully I can get back to revisions in the first half of this year. Glad you liked the story!
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Very nice. I like where this is going. I want more.
Oh believe me. You’ll get it 🙂
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