Gregory Marshall Smith - They Call the Wind Muryah

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Gregory Marshall Smith - They Call the Wind Muryah

     They Call the Wind Muryah

By Gregory Marshall Smith

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They Call the Wind Muryah

    Copyright ? 2010 by Gregory Marshall Smith

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They Call the Wind Muryah

    Devin Calloway grunted loudly as he reached between two high-voltage electrical conduits toreplace a circuit board in one of the deep space shuttle Humboldt’s back-up monitoring

    systems. He could feel the electrical charge lightly tickle the back of his hand and was gladthe safety matting was in place around the tubing. If regulations didn’t require him toperform maintenance checks on systems almost totally controlled by robots and artificialintelligence, he wouldn’t have to worry about being electrocuted at all, he muttered tohimself.

    He stood up and backed away a few steps. He reached over to an electronic clipboard hanging onthe bulkhead next to the hatch and pushed a couple of buttons to signify that he had performedthe required maintenance. He had to do maintenance checks on all systems once a month, by nomeans an easy task because there were so many computer and engineering systems aboard. Therepair robots and artificial intelligence program did the same job, but ISEA required him todouble check because of some previous and fatal shuttle errors that had occurred when the AIhad inexplicably failed.

    Calloway wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead, then grabbed the ladder rung and climbed backup to the flight deck. The entire deck was empty and Calloway scowled under his breath. Asusual, the rest of the crew must have been outside enjoying the wonderful sights of Planet D-505. He sighed heavily. It seemed like he was the only one who cared about taking care of hisresponsibilities.

    He walked over to the nearest monitoring stations and pressed a green switch. Images appearedon each of the five overhead monitor screens. Each showed one of the other five members of thecrew via the miniature cameras attached to their jumpsuits.

    Calloway sat down in the console chair and took stock of each screen. The first screen in theupper left-hand corner showed the shuttle captain, Marie Penski. She was up in the cockpit,taking instrument measurements. This brought a measure of satisfaction to Calloway, who wasglad Penski was still being professional about the mission.

    The crew had been together since the first training camp for the long-range mission almostthree years ago. It should have been long enough, but Calloway still couldn’t get used totaking orders from Penski. She was five years younger than he was and almost egotisticalbecause she was a prodigy within the ranks of the ISEA - being one of the youngest long-rangemission commanders ever chosen. Also, she was a mere 4 feet, 11 inches tall, though, with herphysical training regimen, she could easily stand her ground against Calloway, who had her by15 inches in height and 100 pounds in weight.

    Calloway closed his eyes and tried to remember what he had read about her in her psyche file.She was an only child of a respected mother and father who had made it clearly known they hadwanted more than one child. Thus, Penski had found herself working twice as hard to meet theexpectations of both of her parents. In that, she more than excelled, earning two advanceddegrees in electronics and computers while garnering promotions and praise in the ISEA.

    Calloway had found it awkward to work with her. He had been in the service for most of