Typhon
Серия: Project Proteus, книга 2
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DARKNESS ALL AROUND him, like an endless night without stars. The pitch black was real. He could feel the ebb and flow of its currents all over his body. All movement in slow motion as the very medium seemed to resist each effort he made, like swimming in molasses. But the worst part of it all was the cold, so chilling it drained away whatever strength he had left until everything felt numb.
He knew from experience he was underwater, most probably near the bottom of the seabed. There was a task that had to be completed, but what? For the life of him he couldn’t even remember the work he was supposed to do anymore.
Something was missing. The lights. Even though he was used to working in total darkness, there should have been some illumination to guide him, at least. No sounds either. He tried calling out to the topside supervisor, but nothing came out of his mouth.
Was he even breathing? If the umbilical hose had stopped giving him air then he should have been dead by now. He could still feel the emergency bailout bottle strapped on his back, but it would do precious little at this depth if he didn’t know where the diving bell was anymore.
