This is the second episode of “Phoenix,” a short fiction about an improved kind of life insurance. If you haven’t read episode 1, start here.
That was my first taste of problems involved with using my life insurance policy. I didn’t think they were all that bad, considering the alternative. It was only after I died a second time that I felt a tiny bit concerned, because it was so stupid. Even now, now that the pattern is obvious, I have trouble understanding how I could have done it. Back then, I couldn’t begin to understand. My log entry after I saw the evidence is pure confusion – just screaming question marks.
I’d survived a year and a half since the volcano. By that time I had lots of experience and was diving safely. In fact I was getting bored, and looking at other sports. Anyway, this is what happened, as well as I’ve been able to reconstruct it. I needed the cruiser for a date with a girl on some other station so I asked Dad well in advance and he agreed. Fine. Eight o’clock Friday night I climbed in and the fuel-oxygen was down to zip. Almost. The spare tank was empty too. How could Dad let that happen? I was probably late, probably frustrated. I drove that thing into a station and traded in the spare. The attendant was pretty young – I saw him at the inquest later – didn’t know much. He gave me a tank with the wrong fitting. And I didn’t notice. Continue reading “Phoenix – episode 2”