Dangerous Memories

Chauncey strode toward the two blue silos. The war ten years earlier, and the pandemic that followed, assured the demise of the dairy farm, but the structures still towered into the sky.

Upon reaching the base of the south silo, Chauncey gripped the ladder and began to ascend. He climbed past the rust streaks and blistered paint that marred the side of the silo and reached the platform. Stepping off the ladder, he paused to catch his breath. His eyes rested on the manned capsule atop the modified military rocket.

Crossing the platform to the spacecraft, he poked his head inside. “Do you have the memory pods?” he asked, looking at the two occupants.