Transmissions #scifriday

Starset

I finally did it, found a way to communicate to the people of the future.

"Mayday, mayday, this ship is slowly sinking..." I heard the voice transmitting from the other end of my radio. Yet he sounded so calm, serene. 

"Are you okay, do you need help? What can I do for you?" I asked, frantic. They thought I was crazy, but they don't know the feeling. Just then the transmissions from the other end went dead. My old friend and boss walked in the room. The transmission picked up again,

"They're all around me, circling like vultures. They wanna break me and wash away my colors." And that was the last I had heard from the man on the other end of my transmission.