I never thought that we were alone, floating amongst the stars. I built a station to survey for life past the colony on Mars. Sending signals to the great beyond, hoping one day they'd be returned, But static and solitude were all I found until I heard,
"Hello? Can you hear me? I am lost amongst the stars. Our ship's drive core has shorted out and no one has fuel like ours. Out in the Kuiper Belt, so far away, we ran into a magnetic screen. Our life supports are running out and hope seems like a distant dream."
"I am a dignitary," she pleads, as her voice turns into a scream. "If you're able to come to our aid, you'll have the gratitude of royalty!" "I'm sending coordinates out there; if you hear me, you'll know just where to go. And I swear if you help me, there's going to be a cash reward in store."
The message cuts out. A wave of interference is all that remains of what I found.
Could it be what I've waited for? A chance to make amends and break out of this scheme? True dichotomy.
Distress beacon, from a vessel worlds away. If space is the place, then this is a race. A bounty to be paid. I am the bastion son of chivalry, despite what some may think of me. Just one more score and we'll retire to warmth.
It is a place where few men go and none return. The unexplored terrain. "I hope you know where you're going—nowhere." (Cash rewards, a chance to leave this place)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
