It was a foggy, hazy morning when Titus Andromeda traveled to the Brink. He packed light, a fleece (for cold days) and jersey (for warm days) and a rusty thermos containing the cheapest Irish whisky he could find. The doctors told him to only bring himself, everything else would be covered. He drove his rust holed Buick to the launch site. You would think with all his money he would be driving something better.
The carefully selected members of the Brink would have to wait for a rocket ship to launch them to the facility which is located on the moon. The year is 2030 and Earth isn’t much different than it is today. One of the main differences is the colonization of the moon. The largest corporations in the world bid to have their subdivisions be the first ones built on the moon, where the only competition would be the best companies, which there is really only one. That one would have to be the first on the moon and in that case, there would be no competition. They would have a monopoly. Some of the lucky few were Nike, Pfizer, Microsoft, Wal-Mart and 3M. The government built a special mental health facility called the Brink. Their motto is: “a diseased mind is an idle mind; we can cure the disease and put the idle to work.” That’s what they did, they were the best.
Titus Andromeda suffers from paranoid schizophrenia. The Brink is his last hope. He tried the other facilities on Earth. His billionaire parents sent him to the best psychiatrists in the world but they couldn’t help him. His disease was slightly different, still schizophrenia, but a different variety.
He made it to the launch site and parked his car. He got out and looked around. The rocket was fire engine red and stood tall like a sky scraper. Running down the side of it were columns of windows and a white stripe. A man in a white coat walked over to Titus:
“You must be Titus Andromeda, I recognize you from the pictures your parents sent.” Said the doctor as he removed his glasses and cleaned them on his coat, polishing the thick lenses, cleaning them with his hot coffee breath. He extended his hand to Titus: “I’m Dr. Mars, nice to meet you.”
“Hello doctor.” Said Titus, a man of few words. It was difficult to engage in conversation for him when he thinks everyone is against him, he never feels completely comfortable.
“Right this way, you’ll board the rocket from the elevator here, when you reach the second floor drop your belongings into the compartment to your left.” The doctor said. “I’ll meet you there and we can tour the rocket before lift off. Your seat is 201, lucky for you, yours is a window seat. Trust me, there’s nothing to be nervous about, these rockets are 100% safe.”
Titus made his way into the large elevator crammed with about a dozen other patients. He didn’t like small, crowded, places. Hopefully the elevator ride won’t be too long. He hummed to himself to keep his cool. He felt like people were talking about him but when he looked around, no one was talking.
The elevator reached the second floor and Titus got out. Dr. Mars was there to meet him. He showed him around the floor just as the fasten seatbelts light came on. “No time for tours now, we’re just about to lift off, leave Earth. You’ll be under our care for one year. I hope you don’t mind being away from your friends and family for that long. Trust us, you’re in good hands. We’ll have you right as rain in no time.” The doctor said as he gave Titus a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Just then Titus heard a deafening roar, he looked out the window and saw huge clouds of smoke leave the base of the rocket. He could make out his Buick in the distance.