The forgotten
The forgotten.
Darkness and light: deep space, dream and science fiction outside of time
I’m a forgotten man.
The ship continues to fly, but it no longer receives any instructions from Earth.
As planned, now I should be returning to Earth. But three years ago, the link between the ship and the Earth was suddenly broken.
There’s no warning, all of a sudden.
I don’t know what’s ahead. The ship had long strayed from its planned course and was further away from the Earth. I don’t know if I can go home in my lifetime.
I didn’t expect anything. Because before that, my family had told me on the phone that the earth was very flat.
Sunday, May 5, 2143
My best friend Han-sang collapsed and jumped out of the cabin.
I don’t know where he’ll float. For him, being buried in the universe might be the best place to live.
There were seven men on board. But now, I’m the only one left on a big ship.
It’s hard to describe solitude in words.
There’s not much food, but I can hold on long enough.
But I don’t know how long I can last. Perhaps when my will collapses, I will become part of the universe, like my comrades.
Tuesday, 7 May 2143
Again from the nightmare. It took me three hours to sleep.
Biological clocks are already in disarray. There is no day or night, no rest time. Eat when you’re hungry, sleep when you’re sleepy.
No cell phone, no network, nobody talking.
I feel like I’m on the verge of a will collapse. Before that, I had to leave some evidence that I had existed.
Who remembers when I was in this world except for my loved ones?
Maybe these words will never be known to anyone like me. But if one day, the Earth reconnects to the ship and takes it home, I hope the friends who read it know that I, and my comrades, were alive on Earth.
I’ll tell you what happened in our time. I would also like to know what happened at the time when you looked at this text.
My name is Ling Jing, July 2099. Han Liang is small, two months younger than me.
When we were little, we played together and made trouble. Later, we went to school together, dropped out, left school.
According to the village elders, I am talented and learning hard, and future achievements will be above Han Liang. But they don’t know, I’m actually more than anyone else. The difference is that I’ve liked extracurricular books since I was a child, especially in humanities and social science, so I’m developing my mind early and learning fast.
If things go on like this, I might go to school, take exams, graduate, work, support my family, like most people.
Such a life may be flat, but not boring. For ordinary people, having a small family, having a car, eating and eating, is the greatest happiness.
But it all changed when I was six years old.
In 2104, humans officially launched the Dyson Ball. The first ships to build an outpost in Sun orbit coincided with the launch site in my home town.
On that day, I ran to the launch site and watched a dozen rockets set fire. I’ll never forget that.
I kept staring at the rockets until they completely disappeared in sight before returning home. Of course, a mixed double- dozen was taken because of truancy and late-night return.
Nobody knows where I went that day. I was the only one who knew that day that I had been injected into my dreams.
On 8 August 2000, the construction of the Dyson Ball outpost in orbit around the Sun was completed. It was a day worth remembering by all the earth’s people.
In just three years, humans have laid solar panels around the base that are equivalent to one province.
We have access to almost endless energy. Traditional energy sources, such as coal and oil, have been gradually replaced.
Everything’s going in the right direction until my senior year.
Early in 2117, scientists announced that an asteroid approximately 1250 km in diameter and approximately 148AU (22.2 billion km) from Earth was flying to the center of the solar system. Following nearly six months of follow-up observations, scientists have found that the asteroid is completely contrary to physical law. Based on its trajectories and velocity, it will successfully avoid gravitational interference from large mass planets such as Jupiter and Saturn, reaching the center of the solar system in 2184.
If such a big celestial body crashes into the Earth, the consequences of it need not be said, it must be the same.
Humankind has therefore sent to this asteroid the name of Heronide Hog, which represents despair and destruction in myths of northern Europe.
Humans are in a panic. The point is that, from this distance, all gravitational interference to the center of the solar system is avoided with as much precision as a target in the Pacific Ocean.
What kind of coincidence is this?
Scientists have come up with a great deal of assumptions, but none can afford to do so. The only explanation that is ultimately convincing is that the asteroid is man-made. The reason for this is that, once all of Dyson’s balls are built, humanity will leap to the second level of civilization, which has the full energy of the star in which it is located, which could affect and even threaten the status of the higher alien civilization.
It may not be a coincidence that the time for the construction of the Dyson ball and the discovery of Ned Hog was so close.
This is perhaps the closest time to the discovery of alien civilization.
In June of 2117, I passed the test.
In the teacher’s eyes, I’m very smart, I can learn, but it’s not surprising that I don’t have patience and focus.
A popular announcement changed my destiny as I was trying to read it again.
In August, the United Government announced that volunteers would be recruited on a global basis and that they would be selected and trained to travel by ship to Nidhog. The coalition Government will develop a human survival plan based on the results of the field survey. The age limit for registration is 16-25 years, because of the remote nature of Niedhog, which takes about 40 years to return.
More than a decade of space dreams broke out in that instant, and I didn’t hesitate to announce myself.
I have to compromise when my family is determined not to allow, or even threaten, my life. I said I was just going to see the world, and I came back soon. Because of my physical and cultural qualities, it’s natural to be eliminated.
That’s true. I really didn’t think I’d get through that.
I’m surprised that Han-sang was also at the selection base.
Han-sung and I have known each other since we were kids, and we’ve been doing this since we were kids.
He told me that he didn’t want to go to school, that he didn’t want to work, and that’s what he did in his life. In that case, why don’t you give it a shot?
“The motive is not pure enough. Not really. I’m afraid it won’t last. I’m sorry.
“I know,” Han Lian laughed, “I’ll tell you when I get on the ship. I’m sorry.
The first round was simple. Several medical check-ups were carried out and a form was completed.
The table is not clear. I only remember that it asked again and again whether you really decided to sign up because the flight lasted 40 years, 40 years for those involved in the flight. You will interrupt your studies, abandon your ideals and those you love, and say goodbye to your family. When you return to Earth, the United Government will support you for the rest of your life, but you are a 60-70-year-old man with no family and no offspring. You may spend the rest of your life in extreme regret.
This watch has discouraged many people.
It’s Han Yeung’s turn. In his eyes, I’m a college student with a lot of material, and I can’t give my life to love the universe. More importantly, he had a brother at home, I didn’t.
“I know,” I laughed, “I’ll tell you when I get on the ship. I’m sorry.
After that day, Han-yang seemed different.
He quit smoking and alcohol, exercise every day and get up early. In a month, he was reduced by a dozen pounds, and he was refreshed and full of energy.
I think there must be a reason why a prodigal prodigal who has fallen for almost 20 years can make such a difference.
The second round of selection was in mid-September. I took a leave of absence, went to the base with Han-sung, behind the family.
This round of selection is a few more medical examinations than before, but the most impressive is the adaptive test.
We’re stuck in a spherical device. And as the equipment flips out, we spin around and we shake. In less than half a minute, some people were crazy to pause and then ran out and threw up.
I don’t know how long I’ve been holding on to that few minutes of memory, which has been a mess.
Base staff told us that this adaptive test is nothing more than a real space flight. If we are to meet the requirements, we will also have to undergo training 10 times more cruelly. Of course, with advances in science and technology, training is much easier now than it was more than a hundred years ago, but it is also extremely affordable.
At this point, volunteers are less than a tenth of what they were before.
The last item on the day was a stress-resistant test.
Space flight seems romantic, but most of the time is actually boring. Because there’s no beauty outside the window, there’s only darkness.
The planets of the solar system that are en route may have brought a unique view of the dry life, but in 99 per cent of the time there was nothing out of the window.
It is also difficult for those who are more determined to live long in such an environment.
The U.S. government wants to replace us with artificial intelligence. However, considering that this is the furthest human flight to date, full of uncertainty and uncertainty, artificial intelligence has to be abandoned in order to prevent artificial intelligence from choosing to protect itself in certain circumstances and to give up making choices that would benefit all of humanity.
Anti-pressure tests seem simple, but they are painful.
I was blindfolded and led into the dark room.
When I took off my blindfold, I found myself in a darkness.
No light and sound.
I’m sure it’s an empty, huge room. Because I tried to look in one direction, but I couldn’t.
No marginal darkness, most desperate.
I don’t know how long it’s been.
I thought I had lasted at least five or six hours, but the base staff told me that I had lasted only two hours.
This achievement was not expected to be a good one, since most of the population lasted only thirty-four minutes, and few, if any, for more than an hour.
And when We saw the light again, We were sweaty and wet.
Monday, 3 June 2143
It’s Dad’s 70th birthday.
Dad and Mom are honest farmers. They’ve never owed anyone in their lives, never done anything wrong. When they were little, their greatest desire was to see me grow up and leave the countryside. Later, their greatest wish was to see me back home in life and see me last.
It’s been three years. I don’t know how they’re doing.
They don’t know that I’m thinking about them 20 billion miles away.
At the end of September, we received a call for election. As required, we will be sent to the provinces and cities for the next round of selection.
We were told that we had over 4,000 registered in the city, but 30 were selected. The team leader said, “Don’t get excited too soon. You’re next against 400 people from all over the province, then the country, and finally the world.”
No one would have thought that Han-sung and I would be able to get through so much.
The selection of provincial urban bases was clearly cruel.
We were given upgraded adaptive training, stress-resistant training, and crazy physical training. There is no sunlight, no grass, no rest days, only day and night training and elimination.
We are so tired that there is nothing to be interested in.
It is often said that if you do not think that you were a fool six months ago, that means that you have made no progress in the past six months.
In that case, I’m going pretty fast because I thought I was stupid.
Of course, not all people are stupid, at least those who run away in bad shape are not.
In my view, training, though cruel, is within understandable limits. It’s patience training.
It is not physical, but psychological.
We’ll get a paper before the night off. It’s simple, it’s a double-digit plus-down, it’s a mouth count, but it’s a full 500. The base wants us all done and the correct rate is 95% before we can rest.
One day I was trained, and my head was so muddy and dizzy, and for the first time I had experience of what was called consciousness.
We want to finish our sleep quickly, and we’re afraid to make mistakes. While we do not know which guy with a dark mind made this idea, it does not prevent us from greeting him in our heart.
It is almost New Year after selection in the province and city.
In our countryside, the air of the New Year is very strong, especially the firecrackers and fireworks, which usually last all New Year’s Eve.
Every New Year’s Eve, naturally, it’s me and my little friends who are happy. Except 2118, and every year after.
Mom and Dad thought that I could not read again, that I was under stress, so I spent every day doing the same thing, and never said anything about learning.
But I know I’m worried about the future.
What am I supposed to tell my parents if I’m really elected? How can they accept all this?
Can I really survive 40 years of boredom on this ship?
It’s no use regretting on board. What am I supposed to do then?
All negative emotions are forcing me to make negative decisions.
Friday, 7 June 2143
Today is the 25th anniversary of the launch.
Twenty-five years ago today, other parents sent their children to the high school exams and my parents sent me to space.
They’ve never been away since I remember. I don’t know how they arrived at the launch site on a 10-hour plane.
That day, the launch site was crowded with people who were waving their hats and flags and sending them to us.
I looked at the sky, the sky was blue, the sun was bright.
Springtime in 2118 seems to have been particularly slow and fast.
At the beginning of the year, Han-sung and I received a call for the election. We will be sent to the Space Centre in Beijing for national selection.
I don’t know how long this is gonna take. I have to tell the school and the family.
Things went much better than I thought — the base had contacted our schools and families before. The school expressed its support and my parents decided to respect my choice for a long time.
I don’t know what kind of psychological struggle they’ve been through.
On February 5, at the beginning of the tenth year, we were sent to the Space Center.
I was implicitly aware that things seemed to be urgent.
The facts confirm my guess. We’ll get the latest news soon.
The flight plan, originally scheduled for implementation at the end of the year, will be six months ahead. The first is that the spacecraft design programme has been finalized and that, under the arrangements of the coalition Government, countries will complete their production tasks in two to three months, and assemble and test them in two to three months. The second is time. One day before flying to Nedhog, the data will be available one day earlier, and humanity will have one more day to prepare and implement a survival plan.
Accordingly, we will complete the training programme for the original year within six months, so that the daily training volume will have to increase and some training subjects will have to be abandoned.
The Center gave us one day to write two unwritten letters. One for an accident during training and one for an accident on the way to Nidhog.
We sit there, silent, and we can’t write a word for half a day.
I looked around, with my hands on my cheeks, my eyes on the front, my eyes on the white paper, and I wondered what was in front of me. Only a few people were writing, but just a few words had been written, and the paper had been scratched up.
What are they thinking? Looking back at your life in less than 20 years? Miss your family? Drop your dreams and love?
For a long time, the words of “salsa” were finally sent around and looked at them and many people were writing while crying.
Wednesday, 12 June 2143
The third anniversary of the loss of Earth.
On Earth, I often forget my birthday. But in space, I’m very sensitive to dates, whether they’re holidays, birthdays or commemorations of important events.
Three years ago, today, Nidhorg is nearer. As usual, we transmit data to Earth and await instructions, but somehow the link between the ship and the Earth has suddenly broken.
This has never happened in the spaceship for many years and, after all the panic, we immediately inspected it, but no problems were found.
No problem is the biggest problem, because it means there’s a problem on the planet.
We call Earth once a day, not for the mission, but for our home.
I’ve kept that habit up to now, three years, and I’ve gone from despair, despair, to numbness.
The letter was sent to my house.
I wrote it all afternoon.
Not much, but hard.
I am a teacher and a fellow student who learns from the eyes of the gods — who don’t seem to like learning, who doesn’t seem to be hard enough, who is greedy, who has always done well, who is a role model in the eyes of the village — and who learns well, who listens and who understand, but I let them down.
I wanted to think about it, read it again for a year. But I know in my heart that rereading a year is not necessarily a good result.
Now, I can’t even be the most basic filial.
And the clouds of the ancients, their parents are there, not far away, and they will be able to swim.
The clouds of the ancients are not able to be made of one another.
I can comfort myself with these two words, but how can I comfort my parents?
After a while, I finally handed over two almost full pieces of paper. Look at the sky, the moon.
The next day, our training started.
During the day, we train physical, field survival, adaptability and endurance, and we have a lot of compulsory subjects for all astronauts. At night, we learn basic theory, ship structure, instrumentation, system control, psychological training until late night.
It’s too tight. It’s extremely valuable every minute.
Thanks to highly developed technology, we do not have to learn too much theory and practice, and many subjects have been omitted. But we are not relieved by this, because we have to double our training in all basic subjects, often after yesterday’s torture has not recovered and today’s training is about to begin.
People here are starting to get smaller.
It turns out that none of the people who stuck around here were soft. None of them, either by a physical accident or because they were born unable to withstand certain training subjects, voluntarily requested to withdraw.
Two months later, it turned from the original 200 to 30.
According to the plans of the coalition government and the Beijing Space Centre, of the 30-plus, only two or three may eventually be selected.
I’m confident in myself, but I’m not sure I’m going to get elected, because more than 30 people are all elites, and I can’t see who’s strong or who’s weak.
Monday, 17 June 2143
A moving light spot has been observed in the front, apparently an object belonging to the solar system.
If it is usual, it is certainly a welcome new discovery. But right now, I’m just worried about how big it is, how many, whether the ship will be affected by its gravity, or whether it will crash.
Is it possible that it was the first or second Traveler launched in the last century?
According to my calculations, Traveler II is still far ahead, but Traveler One should be far away.
So it seems that the three of us from Earth flying together to the unknown universe are no longer lonely.
At the end of March, we completed our training and were allowed to go home once.
Everyone’s feeling better. It’s all about getting elected, getting out, going home is all that matters. Everything else is fine.
Before leaving, the Space Centre focused on burning the first letter we wrote. We stare at the flames, silently.
Because we know that in two months, more than a dozen unwritten letters were sent out.
Before they could experience the beauty of the world, they quickly ended their short lives. There’s only one piece of paper.
We get three days off, we get off the road and can only stay at home for two days.
It was the most memorable two days of my life, because I realized that in two days I might not be able to come back.
I sit on the grass and look at everything.
I grew up here, and I’m familiar with it. The childhood of rural children is generally happier because we have no remedial classes, no interest classes, no comparison, no vanity. We go up the mountain, down the river, enjoy the breeze and the sun, without fear.
Glass balls, sandbags, wooden swordswords, firecrackers, cards these simple trophies carry countless of our joys. Our happiness is really simple.
The sky is blue, the air is fresh, the sun is warm.
A golden wall painted with sunlight covered the deep blue sky as if it were a dream.
That night, Han-hyang and I received the call. This time it was no longer a text message, but a letter sent to the door by the postman.
At this point, I don’t have any doubt that I can get elected. As there were only four or five people left, Han-sung and I were at the forefront.
In the news of the same day, the coalition announced that, after more than six months of selection, 12 candidates had been selected from around the world, including 4 from Asia, 3 from Europe, 3 from North America, 1 from South America and 1 from Oceania.
The above 12 will be the final training at the Joint Space Agency Pacific Rocket Launch Base, which will culminate in the selection of seven individuals to carry out this unprecedented human mission.
Monday, 24 June 2143
Today is the first anniversary of Miyakawa’s jumper.
Last year, it was Miyakawa’s 40th birthday. But he said that he had decided to end the “wrong and ridiculous journey”. We were prepared for this. But when it comes, we are sad.
Because we know it’s hard to stop once it starts.
Miyakawa Kai Liang was the first, but not the last.
In fact, Miyakawa is a man of natural optimism. That is the greatest sorrow.
Miyakawa lost his father when he was 10 years old and lived with his mother. Upon completion of lower secondary school, they could not afford high secondary school fees and Miyakawa had to drop out of school to work.
Apprenticeships, auto mechanics, factory generals, restaurant attendants, sales … Young Miyakawa experienced the hardships of life very early, but he never complained. On the contrary, he found his life happy because every night he dragged tired bodies home and could eat hot meals made by his mother.
But that did not change fate and gave the mother a better life until he saw the proclamation.
An allowance is available for selection. Not only do they receive a generous monthly allowance upon election, but their families will also be fed by the Centre for life.
This temptation is too great to be rejected by Miyakawa.
When the ship was launched, Miyakawa was very happy without the fear, and he felt that his life had been completed.
He was very passionate to each of us, and he was able to say that he was funny and funny and often made us laugh.
He’s really happy.
Without him, our journey would be much more boring.
On the morning of May 1, we were flown to the Joint Space Agency Pacific Rocket Launch Base.
The base is located in the Isles, in the heart of the Pacific. It’s very close to the equator. It’s beautiful, it’s dense, it’s a tourist destination.
The islands are surrounded by dozens of rocket launchers, large and small. Standing at the top of the mountain can easily incorporate these transmitters into the eye.
At 11 a.m. local time, 12 candidates from around the globe were assembled to begin final training.
In the following month, national-produced spacecraft spare parts were constantly brought in by giant transport aircraft and the base immediately arranged for assembly to be debugged without delay.
At this stage, we no longer train body and theory, but deal daily with ships in assembly.
Although much of the flight is automated and Earth remote control, and there is no need for us to operate at all, there is a general need to know about this ship.
In foreign language, the ship is called reconnoiterer, translated directly into the scout. In Chinese, its name is even more divine: the Crusade.
The total weight of the exfil was 66 tons, of which the command module was 42 tons and the landing module 24 tons. The ship carries the world ‘ s most advanced detection equipment so that it can observe and modify data and transmit back to Earth at any time on its way to Nidhog.
It is planned that upon arrival of the Exhumation Unit in Nidhog, we will have to board Nidhog in the landing pod to conduct a full-scale survey of its surface and underground. After that, we can go home.
On the other hand, the human survival plan is well prepared. Under the worst-case scenario, if the target of Nidhorg is Earth, then what humans do is to blast Neptune beyond its orbit so that post-explosive debris is absorbed by the gravity of the giant planet.
This does not, however, guarantee that no debris has broken through to Earth, and therefore the construction of underground cities to avoid debris impacts has also been raised.
At that time, both plans were still in the gestation phase. But then we knew that the two plans were forward-looking — in just three years’ time, the concrete programmes of the two plans were officially launched.
At the end of May, the ship was assembled. Soon, a large rocket was erected on the base ‘ s largest launching platform. This rocket is a lot bigger than the biggest rocket I’ve ever seen, 150 meters tall, and extremely high.
We completed our final pre-take-off training, and the final list of candidates was quickly determined, and Han and I joined as one of the seven.
In the presence of the then Secretary-General of the United Government at the swearing-in ceremony, we were told:
“We have never experienced such a survival crisis since the birth of humankind. But we won’t wait. With its own confidence, courage and wisdom, humankind will continue the great civilization of the Earth. And you are the first of mankind. Let’s go with human hope. He’s on the run. We’ll welcome the hero back to the top of the world. I’m sorry.
Yes, that’s why I’m not retrospect.
A few days later, everything was ready and the launch date was set: June 7, 2118.
We got the last three days of freedom. We will climb on the top of the mountain and sit down.
After a month, we’ve been very close to each other, but at such a time, we have nothing to say, and the atmosphere is not very high.
I look up far away, and blue sea and blue sky meet at distant sea level, and several small boats drift in between. Sunshine spills over the sea, and the sun shines. The sea wind blows in the face, it’s cool.
I realized at this moment how beautiful the scenery that we rarely noticed was.
I realized what a sense of belonging was. I can feel “home” even in the middle of the Pacific, more than 600 km from home. And that feeling never happened again after the launch.
The base told us that they would invite their families to the scene on the day of the rocket launch. Before that, if we have anything to bring with us, we can bring it to our families.
This is an unexpected pleasure.
As a result, thousands of video games have been prepared, thousands of film and television plays have been prepared, and thousands of books have been prepared for reading. In short, we have thought of various ways in which time can be lost.
Han is a different type. He doesn’t read, he doesn’t play games, he doesn’t watch movies, he doesn’t watch TV shows, so he’s got cats and dogs.
For this reason, the ship deliberately reserved a place for these small animals. Unfortunately, due to long-term proximate reproduction, these animals have existed for only a dozen years.
My mom and dad bought me dozens of books in the library. There’s a national classic, there’s a world of famous, there’s a literature, there’s a classical novel.
In addition, there are a large number of pens and a large number of notebooks. When you’re bored, you can wave ink.
That was the last time I saw my parents in my life.
I’m glad I brought these. The game has proved to be tired, movies and TV shows have become an aesthetic fatigue, and only classics of the past can last. Even after many years, reading today still tastes good.
June 6, the day before the launch.
We sat on the mountain all day.
Take another look at Earth. The blue sky, the breeze.
“Let’s write a letter to the future yourself. When we get back, wherever we are, we must make an appointment to come back here and dig up the letter together. I’m sorry.
Miyakawa’s proposal received our unanimous approval, so we sat still and thought about the future, just as we did when we wrote the letter.
Actually, I thought it might never be back on Earth, so I’m being honest.
Since the first human landing 149 years ago, human footprints have been limited to Earth, the Moon and Mars. Mercury, Venus and other planets such as Jupiter and Saturn have no solid surfaces, so humans have very little experience with alien landing.
And even more, we’re going to have to cross 148 times the distance and land on a completely unknown planet, which is difficult to imagine.
Han Yeung seems to see my mind. We smiled at each other in silence. We’ve known each other for years.
Mid-Autumn Friday, 5 July 2143
It’s always good times. It is only in a foreign country that the meaning of this poem can be truly understood.
When I was little, Mid-Autumn was nothing but a flat holiday in my heart, and nothing but an ugly mooncake and three days off.
When I never saw the Earth again, I realized that, as a matter of fact, bad mooncakes were good.
There’s still some mooncake in the food room. Taste a little, it’s the same.
It’s not good at all, but I’m good at it.
June 7th, first day of the high school.
At 3 p.m., the previously sparsely populated Lene Islands were crowded with people from all over the world. They waved their hands and shouted crazy. I tried to find my parents in the crowd, but that little wish didn’t come true.
I was one of them. At this moment, I finally realized my seven-year-old dream.
I asked Han-sang, can you tell me why I’m flying?
Han Yeung told me that the answer was really simple — ambition.
Life is only a hundred years old. What can we leave behind this world in a hundred years? How do we prove we were here? What’s the difference between one more and one less for the world?
It is not a waste of life for some to devote their lives to the arts and to leave valuable works for the world.
People who have committed themselves to science and who have made a living for the development of human civilization are no less powerful.
It is a great man who has committed himself to the cause of humanity in the quest for its liberation, peace and development.
But for the majority of people, life is nothing but a few decades. Had dreams, fought. When the old age arrives, remembering that year may be successful and perhaps regrettable. A hundred years later, there was only one family name left in the world until it was forgotten by all.
Even so, why don’t we have a big one and leave the world behind?
“In fact, I’m like you. I’m sorry.
At 3:15, the rocket was officially fired.
We watched the ground go further and further through the bow window. We have thought about this moment many times in our minds, but when it comes to the naive, vision, curiosity, fear and… complex emotions are intertwined and difficult to describe in words.
We have watched the beautiful blue planet around the Earth silently; we have taken Venus, we have felt the sister planet called Venus at close range; we have passed Jupiter through the asteroid belt, we have felt the raging of the red spots at close range; we have taken Saturn, we have been dumped by the beautiful light ring…
It’s over when we’re on Neptune.
Neptune is the last planet we’ve ever seen. Since then, there has been nothing left for us but darkness.
Thanks to the ship’s design, we can use centrifugal power to stand in the ship. So we can live like on the ground. We have specially designed leisure areas, gyms, kitchens, restaurants, vegetable growing rooms, and a warehouse of compressed foods that we have eaten for decades.
This ship doesn’t look like a ship. It looks like a small house.
We can talk to our families, we can watch news from around the world, and we can watch the latest films and TV shows. The ground enriches our lives as much as possible and eases our sense of home. But every holiday, our sense of homelessness can no longer be contained.
Even so, it will not last long.
Early in 2140, Mom and Dad told me there was war on Earth.
First, there is a war between small and small States, and then there is a forced intervention by large States. Finally, there was a trade war among the great Powers, economic sanctions and a world war.
I remembered, 2140 was a year of age.
No one can understand what is going on on Earth, but everyone is the victim — unemployment, material shortages and soaring prices.
People struggled in despair and struggled to survive, long forgotten Niedhog and forgotten us.
Hans was the first to realize that we might be abandoned. We didn’t believe it, we did.
The economy is depressed, the currents are moving. Once the threshold of the outbreak has been reached, the world is bound to be in a state of total disaster.
By that time, the so-called coalition Government and the direct agencies of the coalition Government, including the United Space Agency, would have been nothing but words.
Until the day before we lost our connection to the Earth, we did not detect any anomalies.
Earth sends instructions to the spacecraft as usual, and the spacecraft adjusts the parameters of the detection equipment as usual and amends the flight orbit.
We are about to embark on the most critical step. Forty years of flight, the most critical of which was the days of landing.
On June 12th, before half a year, we were abandoned. Everything in the past, the tasks ahead and our future are no longer relevant to us.
No sign, sudden.
Friday, 12 July 2143
My birthday.
For two months now, I have been on the verge of a mental breakdown. My only spiritual pillar is memory on Earth.
I want to go back to my parents and tell them how much I miss them.
I want to go back to the island and dig up the letter that exists in the time bag.
I’m not giving up hope.
I’ve been waiting for three years. Three more years, five years, ten years.
On behalf of the seven of us, I will wait for home in the universe.
Author: Three-foot candlestick
File number YX01MVomQG2lg5WB6
Published in 2022-06-01 1231 Prohibition of reproduction
2112
Darkness and light: deep space, dream and science fiction outside of time
Tang Xinwon, wait!
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
