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FROM: Amelha Santo
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TO: Amelha Santo
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SUBJECT: Journal Entry #26
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--BEGIN MESSAGE--
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Hey, Future Ame. Things have been...interesting.
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You know, actually, maybe I *am* Future Ame. We've been in
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cryosleep for what, a hundred years? I think that qualifies as the
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future.
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The Future. A grand term, full of possibility. But here I am, and
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nothing's changed.
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Oh, sure, outside, things are different. Earth is a distant
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memory, and we're in a whole new star system. That should be more
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exciting, but I'm not feeling it. Neurological changes are an
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occasional side effect of cryosleep, I guess, but it's hard to feel
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like you've gone anywhere when there's just the same backdrop of
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cramped spaceship and some stars when you look out the window. Maybe
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it'd be cooler if the star in this system was more obviously alien, a
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red dwarf or blue supergiant, but it's just the same sort of
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yellow-white main sequence star as the one I left behind.
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Maybe the problem is me. I don't miss Earth...after all, why would
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I volunteer to leave it forever? "Scientific progress" and "the future
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of humanity" and "going boldly where no man has gone before" are words
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I might have once believed in, but now? It's just a whole lotta
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nothing. Nothing out there, nothing in here.
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Well, there's aliens. Aliens. Extraterrestrials. Life, elsewhere
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in the universe. We Are Not Alone. I really should be excited about
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this, but I'm not. I once heard a phrase, 'dead inside'. Maybe that's
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me. Dead with a small side of apprehension. Possibly the aliens are
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going to gun us down any minute now. Put us out of our misery. We
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could go join Parsons and Valton. That could be nice.
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...
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Fuck, is this depression?
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--END MESSAGE--
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