Thunder (G/T P!Septiplier)

Alien of Two Worlds

On his way to the cafeteria, Jack stopped and looked at the window; the whole hallway was a window though, being a glass tube and all. But Jack always stopped here. It was his haven. He reached out and touched the thick glass, looking out at the vast space outside. The stars reflected in his eyes, igniting them like two, blue, cold stones. He tried not to look to the left, however, where the ugly orange ball of fire resembled what was left of earth. It was nothing but fire, their own miniature sun; humans did that. It was their fault that the Earth combusted. If the nations had just worked together and stopped the nuclear war, and the pollution and hatred that ran like poison...

Jack closed his eyes and sighed. Sometimes he wished humankind could go back in time and fix things. He wished Earth was still as beautiful as it once was. But the warmongering greed of mankind was too much. And he wouldn't have met Signe. He remembered the day every country in the world came together and made a peace treaty: They all worked together to make a space station that could support the millions of people on board. He remembered how scared everyone was, and he remembered sitting beside that beautiful Danish girl. She had burst into tears when the Earth exploded, and Jack did his best to comfort her then. Even though the UK and Denmark were a little rocky with one another, he was glad that he had met Signe. Without her, life in the UNSS would have been just as boring as it looked, let alone worth living through.

He opened his eyes and looked at the stars again, but this time he traced little shapes out of the glittering specks. So many people died that day, and every day on board this place was so insipid. There was little cause to be happy, and people every day had problems and complaints. Each country still execrated one another as greedy and selfish, but that was why the council existed; one member of each country served as a body of government for the united peoples, but they were always detested for being in charge and "doing nothing." 

I don't know what to think. Jack searched the dark canvas of space until he found the star that was biggest. Somehow, he always found it comforting to look at, to give him the courage to go on. I don't know how much longer we can stay here before somebody snaps. His hand rested on the glass; he sighed. How many more years before we can find a new home? Even before the catastrophe NASA couldn't find planets like Earth. How are we suppose to do any better? But he already knew the answer to his question. Because their lives didn't depend on it. He let his hand drop and carried on into the next chamber.

The cafeteria was full, as always. People were trying to protest or beg for items, like clothes or other necessities. Money didn't matter anymore. Everyone was on the same level. Jack reached in his pocket and pulled out a multi-lingual earbud. He put it on and waded through the crowd.

"Please? Cloth? Any cloth?" A Nigerian woman begged in a rapid tone. "Clothes for my children, please!"

"My kids don't have shoes. They're getting nasty blisters," A Caucasian man pleaded to whoever might listen.

"My babies are starving! I don't have any food!" A voice melodically lilting in a Scottish accent cried.

"We don't have enough water!"

"Please, just a shoelace, that's all I need. Shoelace, anyone?" Jack felt his heart shattering. He wanted to help these people, but he could barely support himself and Signe. I wish I could. Doesn't make them feel any better, though. He made his way to the bland, silver counter and rang the bell.

"What do you want?" The waiter grunted in Slovakian.

"Uh, have ya got any water left?" Jack asked hopefully.