A satire of dysfunctional government and economic inequality.
Chapter II: Day/Page 12 CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY. . . . “Anyway, I heard that Professor Hawkeye is meeting tomorrow with the department heads to get their opinions about who we should send.” Lyra hesitates; something clicks in her head. “Hey, wouldn’t it be exciting if they picked one of us, one of the students, to go with them? Can you imagine?”
(Yes… I can.)
Yes, Sofia could. In fact, she already had imagined it. In fact, she couldn’t stop imagining it. It was all she did, night and day, for the past fourteen nights and days, since making her discovery two weeks ago. Wherever she was, wherever she went, whatever she was doing, wandering halls, eating meals, lying in bed at night staring at the ceiling, all she could do was imagine, over and over again, imagine going to that distant world… her world… hers!
Sofia liked the technical aspects of cosmology; and did well with the science part, too; but it was the chance to travel and explore distant planets that appealed to her most. The opportunity to gallop across the cosmos to worlds unknown and unseen; to learn, to live, and if she could, to right wrongs, make a difference, make a small dent on things before the fiery flame of her bantam life went out. This was the only life she had, or would ever have, and she was determined to do something with it. She planned to go forth and change the universe. Since the death of her parents, there was nothing left to hold her on this world.
The two Falcons chat a while longer, and then Lyra runs off to class, leaving Sofia alone again in the dusky light, sitting on the cold stone floor of the cavernous archives. She picks up a data disk, looks at it blankly, puts it down. It’s hard to concentrate. She’s distracted. She can’t stop her mind from wandering off to explore what lies in the dark corners and recesses of potential possibilities.
(How can I do it? How can I get them to send me? Think! I found the missiles and traced them back to the planet. I discovered the class-1 life there. Discovering something always gives you a claim on it, right?
Of course it does! Eighty-thousand years ago when the great explorer Phynias Wren discovered the hidden mountain pass opening up trade to the other side of our world, no one said to him: Gee, thanks, Phyny, we really appreciate you discovering the mountain pass, but you don’t need to worry about it anymore, we’ll take over from here now, so why don’t you go on home and relax.
Of course not! That’s birdshit! And that’s not happening to me either!)
Sofia scoops up the data disks and . . . . TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW
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