Thinking of Space

I had one thing on my mind, and one thing only. And it wasn't space, I can tell you that. You know what? I hate space. I know I say I love it, but deep inside I know I hate space. The stupid programmers got me all wrong, I don't like space, and I haven't from the start. Space is empty. And boring. And... It is a waste of space. The stars that float around me are just balls of fire, more detailed a self-luminous celestial body consisting of a mass of gas held together by its own gravity in which the energy generated by nuclear reactions in the interior is balanced by the out flow of energy to the surface and the inward-directed gravitational forces are balanced by the outward directed gas and radiation pressures. Yes, I know about space. A lot. But do I like it? No.

When the scientists captured me and put me in the stupid metal ball, I was traumatized to the heart. So I just leaned onto my highest knowledge; space. I clung onto space with all my might, reciting its name over and over again, trying to calm myself down. I know space better than the back of my hand, well when I had hands, believe me.

My parents forced me into learning everything possible about space, hoping someday their little 'astronaut' would become something they could be 'proud' of. In other words they wanted some profit from my job. I can't believe that I believed them at first, not knowing their scheming until I had absorbed almost all of the knowledge possible.

Oh, how I hate space. The stupid stars and planets and supernovas. I hate it all. The name sounds so funny once you say it over and over again. Space. Well, once I started talking about space once turned into a core, I couldn't stop. Facts of space riddled out of my vocal program, and so did space.

I used to be a person, you know. I used to have a life, knowledge, and even a love.

As soon as the traumatized space fog cleared, I could tell the scientists were disappointed in me. I thought he was smart, they would say. He had the highest grades in the state, they would say. They are right, I am smart, I do have the highest grades in the state, but since they did this to me, I haven't been who I am.

They are evil. Truly evil. They just waltzed right up to my life, snatched it away with their evil claws hidden behind the words science, and stuffed it into a robot metal ball. And what do you know? Turns out the metal ball became traumatized because they 'forgot' to wipe its memory.

They were going to wipe my memory? Seriously, no one even close to human would do that. I don't even think SHE would do that! SHE'd rather torture us with memories instead... That is what is happening now. I am being tortured by my memories. Just think of the future.

I made a sound that was equivalent to a human sigh and stared out at the fiery balls of mass surrounding me. The blackness engulfed everything, cradling the moon with its hands of death. The distant stars dotted the sky. Wait, there is no sky, I can't even tell up from down! I don't have a future!

I sighed again and said something similar to space. I don't even know what comes out of my 'mouth' these days. All I know is it has something to do with space. I listened in and realized I was talking about my father.

My father? My father deserted me at the hands of science for sixty bucks. He gave his own son up for sixty dollars. Even though he is a nuisance that deserted me and forced me into space, never talked to me, and technically killed me, I would NEVER have given him up for a million bucks! I would never take a life. Maybe just mine... But I have a life to live. I think.

Someday, I will find something worth living and worth dying for. I did have something like that once. More like someone like that. I don't know what happened to her, but I have never seen her since the evil scientists literally ripped her away from me.

I still remember the moment, I was so glad yet terrified that it managed to slip its way into my memory base. I remember the helplessness as she was snatched from my very fingers. I felt like an orphan robbed of its parents, or a homeless person who had lost their home. I didn't belong.

So now I float through space with absolutely no hope. You know, I really, really hate space. And I guess I also hate myself, the stupid spacey Space core.

Suddenly I heard a voice. The voice was sweet, enchanting, and I would recognize it anywhere. It was Her! A dreading thought wiggled its way into my head. I don't even know her name! I did know her name. I knew her name, I just... Forgot. Why, of all the memories whisked from my head had that one had to be in the pool?

The voice was saying something. I desperately swiveled my chassis around, searching for the voice. All I saw was space. And stars. And planets. I brought the shutter over my eyes down, trying to focus in on something other than the quiet, dull, emptiness of space. I shut out my own voice and listened.

Annnddd... Nothing.

I must just be... Wait. I can hear her. She is talking, telling me something. What is it? What is it! Her words were slurred together so I had no idea what she was saying, but it was comforting all the same. Suddenly, I could understand her. She was screaming something about Aperture and coming home or something like that. Her words were rushed and I was panicking.

Then, I opened my optic. Her voice disappeared. Just like that. Snap. Gone. The moment darkness peered into my optic, it was all gone. I mentally sighed in foolishness. How had I hoped? I am in the middle of space, my life is ruined, and she is human and safe. Why would she be here? So many questions riddled my mind, I was starting to sound like Her. She had a question for everything, yet I know she used every answer I gave her and kept it cradled in her heart.

I really miss her. But there is no chance of ever seeing her again. I just wish I could have said goodbye.

I wish. I just wish.

Curiosity skimmed back and forth on her new rail, awaiting something entertaining to do. She asked why there was nothing to do, and she asked why the world was so boring. Her questions went unanswered, as they were directed to no one but one person. But that person was not here. And never would be. Curiosity didn't even know who the person who would listen was, but that didn't matter.

She sped along the rail to the main chamber. Maybe GLaDOS will have some news! As soon as she arrived she asked her question. "Go away." Come on, she had to at least have something! "Please? Just check?" GLaDOS stared at her for a moment. "Go check Level 36, Room 73. There is a printer there." Curiosity stared at the A.I. a billion times her size. "Is there any easier way?" GLaDOS stared at her annoyingly. Suddenly, information fed through her wires. "Thanks!" Curiosity sped off to her corridor.

As soon as she reached her destination, she quickly opened up the memory program. The data was organized in a newspaper like format, as it was from the world above. Curiosity curiously 'read' the article, absorbing every detail about the deaths and sports and all those interesting things that humans participated in. Suddenly she came across an article that was a tad bit more interesting than the rest.

"Space Sphere Found

"On May 29, 2017 a mysterious satellite was found rotating the moon. The satellite was sphere shaped, has a yellow eye, and can talk. The sphere did not stop talking about space, and the Space Program is issuing a mission to retrieve the object."

There was more, but Curiosity didn't read it. She couldn't read it. Memories swarmed into her head, rising over her like a wave and swallowing her into the abyss. She tried to swim away, but it was too much for her programming. The sea of emotions clung on to her like human hands from so long ago that had pulled her away from her island, from her Space Friend, from her life. They grasped at her and pulled her under the water, and she slowly sank down into recognition.

Oh no.

Oh nonononono!

She must help him! She tried to walk forward, but then she realized that she wasn't human.

How could she get to him? Is there a way that she could turn back into a human? Where is he? Why did those scientists do all those things?

No.

No! Absolutely no! No more questions! She was through with all these silly questions! She needed answers!

It was then, in that moment, that Curiosity turned from cowardly and curious to brave and determined. She sped off again, but this time with a true destination in mind.

Space.

A/N

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I had a minor case of serious writer's block last weekend, so I couldn't post this chapter, as it wasn't written yet.

I know, I know, I made Space emo. But the story wrote itself, so... It isn't my fault!

The person of the day is... Matau25 and their story Everyday, Since Leaving!

And I shall wave you off with my signature PLEASE REVIEW!

Wait, wait! I have an extra! My sister hacked my Ipod and put this right smack in the middle of the story:

Suddenly, a random Italy busts in. "You just got TROLLLLED!" (Cue America in an imaginary corner) "Ooohhhh!" Somewhere, someone serious like Germany sighs and decides the story should continue.

Fabulous joke, sister. Just fabulous. Now all the people who read this will see it. REVENGE! BWAHAHA!

Now I say goodbye!