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[Retinal authorization of plain text transmission from
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PO3 Chris Brazinsky]
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My Dearest Simone,
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The captain engaged stealth mode. I think it's an exercise. Well, I
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hope it's an exercise. Because it's tearing me apart.
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Stealth mode means I can't see the stars. I had you memorized. I
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knew exactly where you were. I even learned to use that stupid
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computer that tracks your route, so I could see you. I would run
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down to section three, weave my way through the degenerates hanging
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around the nitrous leak and press my nose against the porthole. I'd
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breathe a fog against the glass, find your star amongst all the
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stars, and stare at where you must be. But I can't now.
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One week ago, before the stealth mode exercise started, I swear I
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saw a glint of distortion on the edge of the pleiades. A speck, a
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gnat. I knew it was you, hiding deep inside the bowls of the
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Basilica. You were probably lounging about, reading that same
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magazine you've been working thin for the last year. And chewing on
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a split of your hair, right? Spiting it out, putting a fresh strand
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in, over and over as you flipped through the pages. Was it you out
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there?
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BTW I'm going to get in big trouble sending this over the QEC. But
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I don't care I miss you. What are they going to do? Space me? And
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eat nutrition cubes for the rest of their lives, because they'll
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never learn to cook for themselves.
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I hope your new assignment is as glorious as it sounded when you
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broke the news to me, up there in the cupola. When you hopped up
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and down all smiles. At the time, the Tojiro was harvesting energy,
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so you had that white hot sun positioned behind you, playing merry
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with your silhouette. I poured all my happiness into you that day.
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I hope you can still feel it near you now.
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Maybe we could schedule a cryo together, you know? Not right now of
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course but sometime. You could do the calculations because I'm
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terrible at it. I certainly wouldn't want to wake up after you're a
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hundred years dead!
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But we could do it. Meet up in the far future like we did on Senza
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Tempo, where we re-enacted that old picture of your ancestors
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standing on the rings of Saturn. They looked so very happy, acting
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like the kind of carefree fools that only pure love can create.
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Remember Senza Tempo? We bent ourselves into that same goofy “ape”
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pose beneath ice rings that seemed to stretch forever. And after
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the camera drone flashed its light, I could feel the joy from your
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ancestors like lightning across time. "Here," they seemed to say.
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"Carry our torch. Never let it die."
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I bet the Basilica is totally in love with you right now. They
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fawned all over you the moment our two ships touched. They rushed
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at you like groupies from the docking port, and I couldn't stop
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myself from smiling. I hid myself in the shadows, so I could freely
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stretch my smile ear-to-ear and watch you attend to the adoring
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fans huddled about you. And boy, they pecked at you so bad, asking
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you a zillion convoluted questions with such eagerness they must
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have thought you were Altessa herself!
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You make me so proud. Of course, I didn't have anything to do with
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it. But I’ll take the pride anyway, tuck it in my shirt pocket.
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Hold it fast to my heart. I don't deserve it but I want to keep it,
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so I will. It's my lump of gold.
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I have to go, the grunts are getting hungry.
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Go be brilliant. Not because I tell you, but because it's who you
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are.
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Also, think about the cryo thing, it's okay if you don't wanna.
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with love,
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yer Pulsar
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0UES Tojiro - torch song /UES Tojiro/torch_song.txt
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0DJ BiggiePants - Touchdown! /DJ BiggiePants/touchdown.txt
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0Astraeus - 7364-12928: Log 01 /Astraeus/adastra.txt
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0Lantashi Dance - System Approach /Lantashi Dance/dance-log003.txt
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