I had been the last person to get onto the rocket - I had been saying goodbye to my family. My wife had said that she didn't want me to go, but I had assured her that I'd be alright and so with a long kiss, I left her and the kids behind.
It hadn't been easy, but it had to be done. We had an important mission.
To begin with, the rocket had seemed rather snazzy and modern but after a few weeks, it just gets cramped.
"That's the glory of this year's latest developments in rocket technology." My boss had told me. "It's so spacious. I bet you never imagined that we'd be putting swimming pools and squash courts in rockets in 3245 did you?"
"No, sir. The thought had never crossed my mind." He hadn't noticed that I had used my monotonous voice - I just didn’t care. I didn't especially want to go to space, I got sick whenever I used the matter transporter and even more so when I flew so the concept of space travel had terrified me, but the pay was amazing so it has its up sides. After being coerced into accepting, I had been forced to go through all the training.
Could I take the force on my body? Not even remotely.
Psychologically? They didn't think so.
Emotionally? Not a chance.
So why they passed me is completely beyond me. Maybe I did better than I thought.
They had knocked me out when strapping me in - a little anaesthetic mixed with muscle relaxant. I wasn't going anywhere. The only problem was that I regained consciousness about a minute before take off - too late then.
"Oh god." I mumbled, feeling the sickness building up inside me.
"He's awake. What do we do?" I heard someone shout from in front of me. It must have been the Captain but I wasn't sure - I hadn't met any of them yet but they'd evidently been told about my sickness.
"Don't know. There's nothing we can do for him now." Another voice - another female voice.
"Ten seconds left." A computerised voice informed us. Great.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, noticing one of them turn to look at me.
"You'll be fine." She called with a smile.
I shut my eyes and listened to the countdown, repeating it in my head in the hope that it would calm me down so I wouldn't be sick.
"You'll be fine." She repeated, clearly seeing the stress on my face.
I could hear the engines building up power.
Here we go.
"Geronimo." I mumbled under my breath, feeling the sickness reach its climax.
As the rocket lifted from the Earth, my sick covered the floor and continued to spread, reaching the other people. The last thing I heard before I passed out was a scream of shock.
"I'll clean up." I thought to myself. "I'll do it."