Seoul Object Story

A space station with communication cut off for days already.

A woman left alone on the space station was trembling in fear, hiding her body between communication consoles.

The mental contamination research from space was finished, and she was supposed to return to Earth soon…

By now, she should’ve already arrived on Earth and be preparing to transfer to James Tower in Korea.

Why did I come to a place like this?

The woman lifted the communication system mic in her arms again and spoke in a low voice:

“This is JamesSS, requesting response from Object Center. Abnormal situation on space station, priority code red.”

But no matter how much she called, only static flowed from the communication console.

Creeeeak.

At that moment, a chilling sound started coming from inside the station.

It was the sound of the station’s structures twisting wildly as the green plants that had already filled the station kept growing.

Like a countdown to death heading towards life’s end.

The whole station was shaking like it might tear apart any moment.

Thud.

A sound of something falling was heard in front of the woman who was holding the mic to her chest with her eyes tightly shut.

When the woman opened her eyes at that sound, a familiar object came into view.

It was a small photo album sent by a friend working at James Tower in Korea.

Opening the photo album and looking inside, there was one photo taken by her friend.

She saw her friend smiling brightly and a small golden Object next to her in the picture.

A Golden Reaper doing a victory pose with a bright expression, though it probably didn’t know what a camera was.

“I wanted… to see… a Golden Reaper… too…”

Unable to make any more sound, her throat strangely choked up, the woman looked down at the photo with blurry vision.

After looking at the photo for a while, the woman lifted the mic again and started speaking in a small voice towards it:

“Object Center, this is JamesSS. Abnormal plant growth and animal activity detected in station. Crew safety is threatened. Requesting emergency rescue. Repeat, requesting emergency rescue.”

But there was no answer even to that moist voice.

When the woman lifted her deeply bowed head, she started seeing a control room view she hadn’t seen before.

Space was visible through gaps in the station’s outer walls, twisted and torn.

“Ha, hahaha.”

But obvious changes like air flow weren’t visible.

As expected, it’s an Object.

The woman muttered self-mockingly like that.

Eventually the sun disappeared behind Earth and Earth’s shadow swallowed the station.

A biting cold that seemed to cut into flesh swept in, and an ominous darkness swallowed the station.

And in that darkness, the sound of something crawling started to be heard.

Something was approaching.

The woman curled up in terror and lifted the mic.

“Please save me… This is the space station… Please respond… Requesting emergency evacuation support… Repeat, requesting emergency evacuation support.”

“Anyone please. Save me. Please…”

But the radio transmissions flowing from the space station would now just drift through space forever, never receiving a response.