Deep Sky ObjectsMature

A story about a journey and saying goodbye.

And on we marched. The sun relentless and the drugs still coursing through our veins. My companions silently walking, each alone with their thoughts. None of them knew our destination but each, i feel, had an inkling that wherever we were going the darkness would be waiting for us. The old man at the souk had warned me that they might become restless and start questioning my route. It had not happened yet but i was fearful that someone would stop and ask me where we were heading. I would not have the heart to tell them. How could I after all that had happened. The White Cat was my only confidant. I spoke to him silently in the way the old man had taught me and he responded with wisdom and grace. The White Cat knew exactly where we were going , he embraced the idea of our destination, seeming confident that it was the right place to be. I wished I shared that confidence. 

I reached into the side pocket of my jacket and felt the reassuring and weighty presence of The Device. It's knurled sides rough against my fingers. I had to wait until I was alone to open it again, the temptation to look at it now was almost overwhelming. When we were settled in at our next resting point i would sneak away and pry it open again. This time I felt more confident that I could figure out how to get some information from it that would be useful for us. 

It all started as a relief mission, which with hindsight, is almost laughable. The theory was for us to be in and out within forty-eight hours, back in our capsules for the journey home. This is day 57. To say the mission was a disaster would be understating the scale of the catastrophe. We were hand picked as experts in our respective fields but those of us that survived know that nothing we knew mattered in the hostile environment of Kinshasa2. 

I had been living in Los Angeles for just over 4 years when I got the call, memories of my previous life were beginning to fade. i mostly avoided news from The New Worlds, easy to do at such a distance I know. 

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