He heard the hiss that announced Zan Liu long before she made it down the ladder. Her palms controlling the long fall into the Ariadne’s arms with the softest pressure. He watched her land, as a ballet dancer in the lowered gravity, her toes taking in her weight before setting down her heels. The grace of a snowflake. Her jet black hair flowed around for a second longer, falling in slow motion to lay on her shoulders like a silk bolero.
“Were you the one making an RCS adjustment earlier?” He asked.
“Affirmative, Captain Strugatsky.” Answered the pilot, sarcastically.
Who else? She was the only other human on board of the Ariadne, and the only crew member with full access to the ship’s attitude controls. Spinning, she picked up a heavy-looking metal case from the arm’s conveyor belt. He raised an eyebrow.
“From Theseus?” He asked.
Liu nodded wordlessly. The small automated drone Theseus was designed to go back and forth between the mission’s ground habitat on the North pole and the Ariadne in orbit, carrying experiments for analysis. Of course, none of the necessary gear could be found in the leisure area he had consigned himself to. She hopped through the room, it was easier than walking in low grav, carefully laying the case down before sitting next to him on the bolted-down sofa.
“How are you feeling?” She asked softly, looking at the large observation bay in front of them. They could only see as far as the closed metal shutters.
He couldn’t help but feel a tingle of resentment at her concerned tone. When they had started their ejection burn towards Mars, Captain Strugatsky had been a hero. An accomplished sportsman, scientist and engineer, veteran of long stays aboard the International Space Station, the first Russian to set foot on the Moon, soon to be the first Russian to command a Mars mission. A name alongside Gagarin and Tereshkova, flying straight into the History books. Fearless.
But as the Earth grew smaller and smaller from the observation bays, something inside his heart shifted. Ariadne’s rotating arms gave him one third of a G, but that wasn’t enough to find his footing. As it turned out, Earth, the insignificant pale blue dot, was the axel around he revolved.
When she disappeared entirely, he found that endlessness freaked him the fuck out. In the nightmare of every astronaut, Captain Strugatsky started spinning, uncontrollable, into his own mind’s void.
He tried to hide it, as men do. Fortunately for the mission there was no escaping the armada of shrinks at Mission Control, or the biomonitors of Pasiphaë. Confronted, he had the grace to confess. The mission kept on, Weir took command while he kept himself to his bunk and the sofa in the living area, in front of the observation bay he kept forever closed. It didn’t help not to see space. He didn’t need to see the vast ocean of emptiness beyond to know it was and would always be there. Only a few centimeters of alloys and polymers away from sucking the life away from his lungs, boiling his blood, freezing his eyes into their sockets.
“I’m fine.” He lied.
She smiled. He resented that too. Her kind, gentle presence. Liu was a hero in her own right, her star burning brighter than any save the Sun. The youngest member ever in the Ariadne program, she should have been the first Chinese to set foot on Mars. But protocols are protocols. A depressed crew member may never be left alone in space. Her specialty in astrophysics was the least scientifically valuable for a polar exploration mission, so she had to stay up the well to make sure he didn’t just walk out of an airlock. She never complained. He stole from her the chance of a million lifetimes, and she smiled with grace.
“Pasiphaë, would you give use privacy please.” She asked.
“Confirmed.” Obedient, for now at least, the ship’s AI shut down monitoring.
“Do you know what day it is?” Asked Liu.
She looked at him, smiling in a way he had never seen. Nothing of the professional, good-natured humor shared amongst crewmates. Instead, he found in her eyes a sparkling, childlike glee.
“Sol 17?” He answered, puzzled. The mission was to last 40 Martian days before returning home. There was nothing special about sol 17.
“You idiot!” She protested with a princess’ severity. “On Earth.”
After half a second of mental math, her excitement filled him with incredulity.
“Do you even celebrate Christmas in China?”
“We celebrate Christmas in Cal Tech.” She answered, shrouding herself in wounded dignity.
“I’m afraid I don’t have a present for you.” He apologized, with an indulgent smile that might have been sarcasm.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. Plans have been made...” She whispered, taking his arm, nestling closer to him on the sofa like a secretive co-conspirator.
He realized it was the first time he had been that close to anyone, since they left Earth more than six months ago. In a tight space such as the Ariadne, everyone made an effort to keep themselves to strict boundaries. Yet in an instant, the simple touch of her arm under his, her complicit smile phased through those worries. His eyes stopped on her lips, of a supernatural bright red. From up close, he noticed the sparkle of her cheeks was enriched with great care and taste. Astonished, he realized she wore make-up...In Mars orbit, the very idea seemed fantastical.
His eyes wandered, following the laces of silky black hair onto her chin, down her slender neck. Her uniform was a single piece, perfectly fitted from neck to toes. He felt his lips dry up, trying to not notice its tight shape on her eternal legs, and the shallow mounds of her breasts. His eyes stopped on the top of the zipper of her suit. She had left it open on a mere centimeter, yet a single strand of her hair had found its way underneath, against her bare golden skin.
He was perhaps the last man in the solar system to notice that Zan Liu was stunningly beautiful.
“Tell me about your Christmas.” She asked, in a whisper, her breath caressing his neck. “Back in Russia.”
The wave of memories swept on him in ways he didn’t expect. An entire life he thought buried, springing out to life on the tether of her jet eyes.
He told her, about the dacha in Sochi. About mama cooking for hours, so that she had enough to fuel the ravenous hunger of a day out in the freezing mountains. He told her about the fire in the chimney papa always kept going. He told her, about falling asleep on the thick carpet of hide in front of the warm roaring fire, and waking up the morning after in his bed to the smell of chocolate brewing.
She laid her hand on his chest, with infinite tenderness. “Close your eyes.” She asked. “Tell me more.”
He told her about growing up. Of being proud when he got to carry papa’s axe for the first time, as they ventured for a day to find the perfect pine tree. He told her of mountains of different gifts, the years melding together in memory. He told her of skiing with a girl from another dacha downhill. Winter after winter, children turning into teenagers. He told her of frustration, as he waited longer and longer at the bottom of the slopes so she could catch up. He told her of being mean, bringing Alexandra into a path he knew she couldn’t make. She tried her best, then she fell. The teary apologies turned into his first kiss.
“I bet your brought a lot of girls up there?” Liu asked, with a strange laughter in her voice.
No, it had only ever been Alexandra. One day they came back from skiing, and mama and papa had left, for reasons unknown. There was food on the table, and the chimney was roaring strong. On the hide carpet in front of the fire, their kisses changed. As they tore away layer after layer of winter clothing, they found there was a just end to innocence. She desired for his engorging sex no less than he did her ample breasts. They made love first like teenagers, then like animals, then again and again like lovers. Learning of the best of both worlds.
“Were her breasts that big?” Asked Zan. At the edge of his consciousness he could hear her moving. Taking something from the bulky experiment case.
“They really were!” He laughed for himself, with remnants of male pride. He heard her sigh, without understanding why.
He kept talking of what was then his future. The national team, the prestigious university, learning to fly and the fascinating science. Of the blond on his arm, prettier perhaps than she was smart, yet smart enough to worry about being left behind on top of many a slope. Soon they reached their bittersweet end. Papa no longer able to fell a pine. Mama alone in a cold new home. The government destroyed the dacha to make way for the Olympics. He won a medal there and kept dashing forward. He wondered aloud, when he had stopped waiting for Alexandra.
The silence felt peculiar. He had no memories left to evade to. Everything else was about space, the merciless bitch who broke him in the end. He would open his eyes, and around him there would still be nothing but nothingness. Only be the cold harsh space and a planet that killed you just as well. He felt his chest plowed by terror, longing for a single breath he could be certain was not his last.
“Yuri.” Zan spoke first, she had never used his first name before. “Do you trust me?”
He didn’t answer. But her hand laying on his sternum was the only thing alive left in his world, so he nodded instead. The noise that came after should have sent him into shrieking fits of panic. Dozens of thin metals panels being lifted from a bay window. A blinding light falling on the other side of his eyelashes...The emptiness crying relentlessly for every bit of matter in the pressured capsule, inching closer.
But there was also Zan Liu, standing between him and oblivion. Her presence, a hand on his chest and her smell he had never noticed, not unlike lilac. And something new, something raw and ancient. The idea of a kiss, of her body bending gracefully under his hands. Of watching her...Alive.
“You can look.” She said just as he opened his eyes.
If you asked a spacecraft engineer about what happens when you light a fire in space, the answer is always the same. “Death by fire”. Hence, everything aboard the Ariadne was fireproof, and no combustibles were allowed aboard. And yet, here Liu was, holding a tiny, bright flame coming out of a small hissing metal tube into her cupped hands.
“Surprise.” She said softly, with a smile so kind it could warm anything the tiny flame could not. “I’m sorry, this is the best chimney I could come up with in here. I had Hayate rig it up for me before they left for the surface.”
She carefully laid her “chimney” on a small ledge against the observation bay. The pale flame became almost invisible against the white background. His eyes widened. Outside, there was nothing of the colorless darkness of space, not even the deadly red sands of Mars. He was looking upon an endless field of snows, swirling outside the window like a cozy siberian snowstorm. It was the first time the recluse hero had ever seen Mars with his own eyes, and she welcomed him with the sights of home and Sochi.