brie !uXWPG0MygI started this discussion 11 years ago#46,017
A symian was alone. Very alone.
The stars looked bleak and without spirit. Something had gone wrong...
Very wrong.
The ISS hung as if it had been hurled, like a brick and itself stuck in the the heavens for-ever.
There was nothing particular about the environmentals in this place. And the level of light was sufficient, even, calming of the inhabitant.
So watt's son was wrong? Nobody was entirely sure what.
Not true. Symian knew.
Yet another perspective but this time a true one. For simplicity-sake, most of them at home beat down the belief. It was a bloody-rite mess down there...
Nobody knew but Symian.
Eventually..
second time it happened in fact...
One got fed-up and reached out to Symian. Instead of this tome.
Their surviving efforts required it.
No waste of time could be found...
The symians heart beat faster then slower. It was the pace being set.
A regulatory commission was formed and the signals were being sent...
8 months is a hell of a long time with email.
The distant stare in Symian's eyes said it all. On top of it all, the stars no longer shown the same.