Crocus in the Snow

Emmo used every muscle in his being to twist open the sealed air lock. One more turn and he would be exposed. Emmo stopped. Exposed to real air. To be outside. Terrifying. Desperation set in. Termination was his duty. It was the law, but it was also his Life. He forced open the passageway and was almost thrown back by the power of the air. The air, oh, the air! Emmo bounded off into the immense outside. As he made his way to the Land of In-Between, Emmo breathed. He felt as if he were newly born with awakening eyes. New lungs took in sweet air. There was a word to describe how Emmo felt. He tried to recall what it was. Emmo learned of it to be on of the mistakes of history. Secretly, though, he thought it was glorious. Oh yes, there it was. The word was 'freedom.'