His ship was heavily damaged; his pride intact. He had but little time before his air ran out. There was a gamble with life that the signal everyone thought was static, was in fact a signal. He was certain like everyone else it was static. And because he was certain it was static, like everyone else, he stated emphatically that it was to the contrary a signal! He got the job. And so, here he was, floating helpless in space toward a system he could only see when his spinning wreckage angled itself flush. He doubted, but here he was. Chances were it was static. A glitch. He knew it was static. If it was static, then all others (and secretly he too) were right. He could rest as his air faded. But if it was a signal, he was right (outwardly, at least), and all others false. And that would change everything. He did wonder though that they even funded him in their disbelief.
He smiled with pride in his crushed capsule as it drifted closer. The leaks were all repaired. The light of the three suns shone brightly through the shields. He waited. He sweat. He dreamed. And in his dream he fell asleep and peered through the window, as the light changed from blinding yellow to azure blue. As his eyes opened, the secret became a rumor in his heart, and the rumor became truth. And for his heart the universe beat.
This story was inspired by a discussion I had with and (on Google+) about chance and life and the choices we make. The image is of a metal rocket ship hanging from the ceiling at the kids play center Junibacken in Stockholm, where my family and I went recently for a good trip out. I placed my feet so that the lights of the ceiling aligned with the ship.
Camera: Galaxy S3. Apps used were Snapseed, Pixlr Express, Touch Retouch, and Photo Editor.