The counselor sat back in his chair and looked over his notes carefully. The young man that lay on the couch had been sent to him with orders to be evaluated. His name was Dallas Matthews. He was fairly normal and the the hour long conversation had been good. They were just starting to get into more deep conversation. "So Dallas what's your dream?" Matthews was average height and size. There wasn't much that made him unique. It was in his eyes where most people found the difference. He looked at things differently. And you could tell there was something more going on with just a glance. Looking sideways at the doctor he smiled, "I want to fit in." The man wrote his note and glanced up, feeling the gaze of his patient on him, "How do you mean...fit in?" It wasn't unusual for people to struggle to find their place in the world. Matthews returned to his staring contest with the ceiling and shrugged, "It just feels like I'm not meant for this world. I haven't been happy for a long time, doc."
The man in the chair raised his eyebrows and jotted down several words, "Why is that?" Matthews let out a long breath and shook his head slowly, "There's nothing here for me. I've hit every wall, ran up against every conventional job they found for me. I don't fit their mold. I was meant for something bigger. Better. Farther." A quiet silence held in the office as the doctor considered the words from his patient for a moment. "What do you mean...farther?" Matthews allowed a small smile to break across his face, "That big thing out there. The black. The infinite." The counselor furrowed his brows, "I'm sorry Dallas but I'm having a bit of trouble following you on that last one."
Dallas Matthews chuckled, "Most people do." He sat up on the couch and and leaned forward, his hands clasped in anticipation, "There's talk of something bigger and better out there. We're really going for it and the possibilities are endless. And I just think I'm...I think I was meant to take a step into the unknown." The doctor carefully leaned forward, "What is it that you were meant for, Dallas?"
All of 16 years old, Dallas Matthews raised his eyebrows, "The Frontier, doc. The great unknown. The unending madness. The beyond." The doctor shook his head. "What frontier are you talking about, son?"
His bright blue eyes sparkled as Dallas grinned with a boundless joy, "Space...the final frontier."