As if nothing had come to his attention, Isaac sat there staring at his hands propped up on the table. He was silent now, rather than his previous mumbling, he kept himself quiet as he delved deep into the darkness of his mind. He was aware he was sitting but he wasn't on the bench at a restaurant, he was envisioning himself on the bench of a train. A track train that moved about a ship deep in space. The tram buzzed and vibrated as it coursed through the ship like blood through a vein. He anticipated the clog, however, that would force him off the tram and back into the ship to clear the way so that he could once again travel to his destination.
First it was the medical bay, then toward the botanics station, then to the storage haul, then to the next compartment of the ship he would have to exit the train to attend to. Each station had significant maintenance needs in which he was alone to repair. All of these visits played out in Isaac's mind without too much movement on his near catatonic state of being. Isaac would sit like this for half a hour before he finally lowered his hands and looked up to his side. Some recognition then came to him as he became present in reality and his eyes restored from their previous empty stare to something more.
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First it was the medical bay, then toward the botanics station, then to the storage haul, then to the next compartment of the ship he would have to exit the train to attend to. Each station had significant maintenance needs in which he was alone to repair. All of these visits played out in Isaac's mind without too much movement on his near catatonic state of being. Isaac would sit like this for half a hour before he finally lowered his hands and looked up to his side. Some recognition then came to him as he became present in reality and his eyes restored from their previous empty stare to something more.