Dad, you told me every man has a chance to be his own kind of hero.
When you said that, I didn't know I was going to become a hero. Not a real world type hero, like a fire fighter or a sports star. An intergalactic space hero like Buck Rodgers or Flash Gordon.
That is, if Flash Gordon had been trapped in an Edgar Allan Poe story.
Everything here is dark and depressing. Especially now, because my last light of hope has turned her back on me.
Aeryn Sun. Oh, god, is she beautiful. And she won't talk to me. I wish she would at least listen to me. So I could tell her about the coma. Maybe then she'd at least try to be friends with me.
I know what's expected of me out here. I'm supposed to go into Scorpius's laboritory as the conquering hero, with my gun-toting sidekicks right next to me, and give a long winded speech about how I'm not going to let him use the wormhole technology for evil, while laying waste to the place, guns blazing.
But I'm tired. I'm so tired of it.
Being chased. Being hungry. Being trapped. I want to go home so badly.
But I can't. Because that would be incredibly selfish of me. Because I know they would follow me there. And I don't even want to think of what they would do to Earth or humans.
Humans have wanted for a very long time to contact alien life. If you knew the aliens I did...you wouldn't want to contact aliens. You'd all want to crawl back into the caves and go back to wearing loin cloths and worshiping fire.
Dad, I know I'm supposed to be a hero. But how do I keep going when I know I'm not going home again and that I'm going to get the girl?
I'm just so tired.
When you said that, I didn't know I was going to become a hero. Not a real world type hero, like a fire fighter or a sports star. An intergalactic space hero like Buck Rodgers or Flash Gordon.
That is, if Flash Gordon had been trapped in an Edgar Allan Poe story.
Everything here is dark and depressing. Especially now, because my last light of hope has turned her back on me.
Aeryn Sun. Oh, god, is she beautiful. And she won't talk to me. I wish she would at least listen to me. So I could tell her about the coma. Maybe then she'd at least try to be friends with me.
I know what's expected of me out here. I'm supposed to go into Scorpius's laboritory as the conquering hero, with my gun-toting sidekicks right next to me, and give a long winded speech about how I'm not going to let him use the wormhole technology for evil, while laying waste to the place, guns blazing.
But I'm tired. I'm so tired of it.
Being chased. Being hungry. Being trapped. I want to go home so badly.
But I can't. Because that would be incredibly selfish of me. Because I know they would follow me there. And I don't even want to think of what they would do to Earth or humans.
Humans have wanted for a very long time to contact alien life. If you knew the aliens I did...you wouldn't want to contact aliens. You'd all want to crawl back into the caves and go back to wearing loin cloths and worshiping fire.
Dad, I know I'm supposed to be a hero. But how do I keep going when I know I'm not going home again and that I'm going to get the girl?
I'm just so tired.