‘Engage all switches when I countdown to one, okay?’
The crew barks its agreement.
The captain wipes the sweat from his brow. They’re under a lot of pressure. They crashed on this deserted planet 15 months ago due to an engine failure. Every waking minute had been dedicated to getting the ship back up and running. Now, they’re ready.
At least, he thinks they are. Turning the system back on is the first step, but security protocols demand that each control panel be rebooted in perfect unison. If they fail… well, they’re fucked.
The captain clears his throat and begins. ‘10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.’
The consoles explode, kicking up showers of white sparks and plumes of grey smoke.
‘Goddamnit! You all went on one, right?’
‘Um… Actually, I went on zero.’
The captain glares the mousy crew member who is wiping soot from his glasses. ‘But I didn’t say zero.’
‘No, but I went on the count after one, y’know? I mean, that made sense to me. I was expecting it to be like lift-off.’
‘But this wasn’t lift-off, Carl. This was rebooting the consoles in perfect unison, Carl. And anyway, this is my ship. And you should know by now that on my ship, Everything Is On The One!’
I write one new story each week inspired by a random song from my Spotify library. This week it was Everything Is On The One by Parliament. Go on: have a listen, have a dance, funk up your Monday.Follow Ellie Scott on WordPress.com