Dossier sector 9 th date: 13/04/2242
Astronaut: Kurk Forebrush
Control Code: # 34 df 23 ^ 35_9 adr
must have been a routine operation, an overload in reactor number 3 had destroyed some cooling pipes . In my cubicle rang a buzzer accompanied by a message inviting you to be operational as soon as possible. I reached the room of the ship repair and got my suit, put on the catwalk and through the mobile number I went to the room of 7F depressurization. A quick check, everything seemed to be affixed, I communicated to the control command that I was ready to leave. There was an anomaly, then categorized as a flaw in the management of the navigation system of the host computer. I had to wait about twenty minutes because one of the many moons of Saturn was in collision with the ship and had to rebuild a new route.
finally I went out into space, gently guiding between the complicated reaction system for the reactor operation maintenance was turned off. I began at first to remove the damaged parts, I confess to have been repeatedly distracted by the view behind me: Saturn in all its majesty, surrounded by his prevailing purple rings, a mass of valuable hydrogen gas that the expedition would have to be analyzed by the ' Using a probe.
I had a kind of d Eja vu, as if that find them, in absolute vacuum action was written in my members, my hands seemed to be guided by an exoskeleton of awareness. I looked deep into space and for the first time the darkness of the cosmos seemed comforting, warm, reassuring . Surfaced in my mind a vision of the cosmos in its origin, concentrated in a single sphere but extraordinarily thick hot family. As if it were my house, almost in an alienation from what I be identified: human. At that moment a voice but not a thought, or rather a feeling, something that can be defined as "a reminder" not acquired, a train of thought that has undermined one of my neural connections. Guest is not expected that you already know everything. An interior monologue. That monologue, was printed in my mind with precise clarity and I can return it with absolute precision and impeccable:
" what you call time has ceased to exist for us at the end of our evolution, we can not do anything but give up and prepare to be part of the background noise of the cosmos. As tens of thousands of races popolanti this universe we were unable to cooperate for the good of our civilization. Our death will not leave no trace, nothing in anything, the history of anything aneurysm generation. "
Then a swish, a bit 'disturbed and a metallic voice: from the control station came instructions for replacing the bad sector of reactor. I thought for a moment to land, a garden, a cold drink and shake the grass bent by a slight breeze and sparkling clear. Startled by my cathartic moment of universal peace, the radio was increasingly disturbed - Heavens Kurk, what the heck are you doing? Hurry to return!. The reactor seemed to be no sign of any fault. I returned to the flight depressurization. The captain came to me with his face turned upside down, silent and gloomy, as if devoured by an invisible demon, seemed extraordinarily aged at least ten years - Sit down Kurk, spoke in a faint voice. - So, what was believed to be in space? - Not more than 10 minutes said. The captain started, and a shiver of terror struck him, he looked at me with wide eyes. - Kurk, she added, she disappeared more than a decade ago and now has returned on the ship, we took for the lost but not limited to, she can not seem to have aged at all!. Other crew members came into the hold and I peered curious, they all looked aged. Resurfaced in my mind the message that I received and I have written here on this dossier. Three weeks are under close surveillance board and now the doctors gave me every possible analysis. I do not know if they are more upset by my very short trip or by the news that I learned immediately upon my return. Now that the land has ceased to exist were the only human survivors in the universe but does not last long:
" Our disappearance will not leave no trace, nothing in anything, the history of anything aneurysm generational .
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