Your original Commanders seldom meet in person anymore. Most of our meetings are teleconferenced. Jupiter's handling our deep space program in Hoenn and Mars does a substantial amount of travel with her job. She's still recovering from jet lag after the Unova conference.
It's long overdue, but I decided to name two new Commanders. Rhea has worked with us for five years: starting as a grunt and climbing up the ranks within R&D. Mars couldn't be prouder that her little girl is turning into somebody just like her.
My other Commander, Mimas, is in our QA department. He's done such a good job with our compliance audits that I feel like I can leave him unsupervised with the registrar. At least he won't say anything that'll throw our aerospace or military contracts into jeopardy.
I decided to name them after my planet's satellites rather than planets or plutoids. After all, you didn't pick them. They are completely mine. By this point, I kind of feel like this organization is solely mine. I lost you half a lifetime ago and you're not coming back.
I don't know if you would be pleased with the direction I've chosen to take Team Galactic, but the world truly is better.
I have successfully made it affordable for tourists to travel to space. It isn't much to brag about—just a trip to the moon and back—but it's enough to hype us on television and get the world excited about what comes next: a supposed manned mission to Titan. More people than ever want to invest in our company. Our shareholders are thrilled.
The joke's on them. We're not going to Titan.
Mimas was given express orders to control all information within the facilities to ensure nobody leaks what we're really planning. A wormhole was spotted close to Titan, and the data reads very similar to what we saw when the portal to Dialga and Palkia opened.
We might be able to make contact with you after all.
Most of my mother's pulp novels took place on space stations and foreign planets. Her universe was a wild frontier of danger, action, and undiscovered wonder. We were never alone, even when we wanted to be. Considering all the Europa probe brought back to us were some frozen amino acids, I think it's safe to conclude we're the only intelligent life in this solar system. I feel very alone.
I also envy Rhea and Mimas. They're so young, so strong, and so full of promise. I was like that once. Now I can't even pass the physical to join them on the shuttle. This next generation will get to travel our solar system and perhaps even beyond. They'll reap the reward, while I'm condemned to die here.
I can't explore those worlds with them, but I can at least guide them from Mission Control.