Anna
Scholtavette
INTRODUCTION
the sun never sets. it only hangs in the air forever burning
down, down. it heats the metal of our spacecraft to the extreme that we have
no use for our little heater. its never useful for anything but sucking out
what little beauty the space craft possesses with its ugly plastic gray.
boosters attached to the craft turns it so the bottom faces the sun at the
time we go to bed. although that is far from a sunset.
everything about this place is horrible and gray and dull.
the spaceships don't even have names anymore. they have numbers and letters
assigned to them. this is aq3t57. the way the men say it is: adam quintus
trea tore femma sjua. i call it freewill. this is why.
i'm the only child on aq3t57. i am really sixteen and
not a child at all but that is what they call me. i am not even here of my
own free will. i am a prisoner - kidnapped. this is why aq3t57 is the freewill.
only it and its crew have a free will to go where they please. i do not.
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