|Hello, I'm The Doctor.|
AloneYou open your eyes to a blissful silence, punctuated only occasionally by the soft hum of the oxygen scrubber. You unzip yourself from your sleeping pod and float gently and slowly toward the window. You look out onto the planet Jupiter. The station’s inclined orbit has placed you directly of the Great Red Spot this morning. You smile softly; for all the surrounding beauty, this is your favorite site. The Great Red Spot, a storm, thousands of kilometers wide, spinning wildly for the past few hundred years. . .which reminds you: “What day is it?” You take a look at the clock. July 17, 2142. Tuesday. Ew. You hate Tuesdays. Everything bad happens on Tuesdays. It’s only been five years since the Readjustment. Five years since the Unified World Government ordered the evacuation of the dying planet Earth. You sigh to yourself; you were one of the useful, lucky ones that got off first. You guess being an astrophysicist has its perks when you have to go live in space. .Alone by ahandgesture
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