In honour of VE day and the anniversary of the end of WWII combat in Europe, I’m sharing the first page of an alternate future story I started some time ago. The premise that interested me is that the Nazi Germans were as technologically gifted as they were morally abhorrent. So I was curious to explore the idea of what a world might be like in which the Nazis won WWII: the human rights abuses of a violent global police state and an immoral research community combined with the drive and technological ability for extraterrestrial expansion.
The story follows an enslaved African woman on a Welt Reich (World Reich) space station weeks before she gives birth to an experimental child who will be the first human born off of Earth, and how this empowers a quiet revolution. This is only the first page, but I’d love your thoughts on it so far, and the idea behind the story.
The moon glows brightly tonight, a warm beacon leading me home. I’m sure my Shiminege would like it, will like it. That’s not the name they’ll call her, of course. They’ve already chosen ‘Exogen-prime’. They are, after all, scientists, and she is, after all, the first of her kind. But even now, as the Welt Reich pushes its boundaries further into space, we have kept the old ways alive, in secret, as we keep our own names, in secret. She will be my Shiminege. A tiny foot kicks me, as if in agreement. I’m still amazed I can feel her through the artificial womb they implanted.
I’ll be grounded after this trip so I slow to appreciate the illuminated sphere in the distance, surface speckled by soft shadows. I want to drink in its every nuance, savour each shade and texture before my coming time under maternity detail. Weeks of experiments, months of cleaning the labs to keep me close for tests—I will miss the vast expanse that now surrounds me, the promise of freedom, of hope. The view to a future.
I steal a few more seconds and watch the distant blue below me. Gaia, cradle of life, birthplace of humanity, our great mother curves away into the distance beneath me and for a moment I’m taken by an odd sensation. Cradled in her gravity well, I feel both stationary and in motion. I’m acutely aware of my perpetual fall, the blue sphere speeding below me as I spiral toward it. Yet I feel strangely stationary, as if the hand of God has clutched me safely in her soft fingers. I savour the feeling a moment more until the crackle of my comm. interrupts.
“EVA-3, you are cleared for bay two. Confirm orders.”
“Confirm bay two,” I say before a light touch on the thrusters squirts a pulse of compressed nitrogen into the vacuum of space, propelling me toward the station. I’ve overstayed my allotted mission time but it wasn’t by much and for once I don’t fear reprisal. My little Shiminege has assured me safe passage, at least for the next few weeks.
That’s all I have for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed it and I’d love to hear your comments.
Insight and Longevity.