Pressure #614608

Gerald was the listener, but what he was listening for he did not know. The tank had no windows and no hatches. Nobody knew what was out there — not him, nor the crew, and there was nobody they could ask. They were on their own, completely isolated and without any kind of oversight.
Only Gerald heard the sounds from outside. There was weather and wildlife, there was static and music, and sometimes there were voices. He never discussed them with the crew, for the crew wanted nothing to do with him. The pressure was building.
Then one day, one of the voices spoke to him.
‘Let me in,’ it said.