Musings on Life
Silence.
Complete, dead silence.
Space is like that, you know. That's why they call it space. That's all it is. Space for junk. Space for planets. Space for hopes, and dreams, and anything else humankind will throw into the void. It gets awfully depressing for a man like me. I'm all alone up here. Floating through this vast emptiness that is reality. Sometimes, I have someone with me. Not this time. My last companion is gone. Erased from memory, erased from the grand scope of things. She was a sweet woman; fiery temper, auburn hair, British, the works. She was the most important person in the whole wide universe, once. But now she's gone, and it's just me. Alone, now and forever. Some of you reading this may think it's sad. It's not. It may have been, once, in another life, but not now. I'm not made for this life. It hurts, day in, day out. Never boring, never. Things happen, but lonely things. A pipe springs a leak. No engineering crew. No feisty companion berating me for not keeping better track of these things. Just me, and my little blue screwdriver. That's really all I do now. Fix things, and wait. People have called me a Doctor, an engineer, sometimes a genius. But not now. No, not now. Now is a different time. The time of solitude, of pain, and of remorse.