NaNoWriMo 2012 Edgar Bajana DAY 4

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NaNoWriMo

2012

Edgar Bajaña

DAY 4



The Lunar Ruins

"Captain, is your father still on your mind?" Mirror asked.

The Captain whose real name was Herbert Rockefeller, liked to spend his free time ondark side of the moon because it was the only place where he could really make peacewith his father who died a long time ago. "Captain?" Mirror asked again.

On the surface of the moon, Herbert was a small silvery figure that floated over thedesolate chalky surface. From time to time, Henry's suit glimmered with the shine of thesun. The sun was strong and laid the lunar world out in black and white. Henry wasa small figure moving across the moonscape. He propelled himself across several lunar

craters with ease. Herbert was the Captain, as everyone came to know him. He was the great adventurer who would voyage across the stars to find the truth to the Question.

The year of Q would finally come to an end.

His quest for the answer to the Question had reviled even his desire for love, itself.Mistakenly, he thought he could have both. He was smart and thought he could have itall.

"Just call me Herbert, when were alone." He replied to the Mirror

"Of course." This time out on the alien terrain, Herbert felt different. Herbert was accompanied by avoice inside his helmet. The voice that echoed in his ear was his Mirror. "Herbert?" The voice called to him.

The Mirror was making sure that Herbert's psychological state was stable.

"I'm fine Mirror. No worries." Herbert Replied.

Mirror listened to Henry's breathing, to make sure it was regular, compared to other space walkers under the same circumstances. Henry's breathing was deep and full andhis heart was calm. Everything was fine.



"Why do you keep coming out here, Herbert? The ruins have been closed for a longtime now and these parts have been off limits." The voice sounded more human thanartificial.

Henry kept floating over the lunar surface without a saying much to his Mirror.

The Mirror.

The Mirror was a psychologically oriented program that specifically made sure thatHerbert was okay when he spaced walked outside of his home. The scientist thoughtthat having a dedicated Mirror would help space walkers from going a little crazy in thedarkness of space.

The program was simple. The Mirror begged for data, for conversation. "Herbert?" Asked Mirror.

"Yes?"

Herbert's home was primarily on the moon where he was the Director of the Operationsto the New World. He oversaw the final construction phase of the Ships and gatheredthe crew. For the past two decades Herbert was stationed on the moon and traveled toearth for only special purposes, mostly for love.

"You're quite a great man," said Mirror, "I hear that the ships will soon launch. Is thattrue."

Herbert stayed quiet. He knew the answer was yes. But, he did not want to say it.

Herbert stopped halfway - between the lunar ruins and his home. He stopped to look atthe stars above. He looked at everything that he hoped to one day understand.

The Question of the Sphinx.

Then, he stared into the dark side of the moon and thought about his father.

"What do the ruins mean to you. Is it a moment of nostalgia that you seek? What kind of benefit does that feeling give you? Herbert?"

Mirror's voice did not bother him. He had gone into his own world.

Herbert was too busy with all the memories of his father coming back. Visiting the lunar ruins was like visiting his father's tombstone and grave back on earth.



Herbert stood, half in the light and half in dark. He looked back at his home that waslocated inside the space station. He could see the blue light of his space.He lookeddown by his waist and looked over the silver box that he dragged along. I "How long do you plan on being out here, Herbert?" Said Mirror. "You have about three

hours of oxygen left. So I do hope that you won't be long. You are very important to themission. Without you, there would be no mission, no voyage, no new world. Is thatcorrect?" Henry smiled as he continued toward the ruins.

"Is that correct?" Mirror asked again.

He began to speak to his Mirror as he went deeper into the darkness, taking the silver box with him.

"Yes. It is correct." said Herbert, "But, there is one great man who we must remember.There is only one man that we can truly thank for bringing mankind to this point in its'short history." "Who is that?" Mirror asked, even though Mirror knew the answer. Mirror had heardHerbert recount many stories about his father. "My father, Mirror. We should thank my father. My father is the great adventurer, not I.We owe him because, he died trying to uncover the truth of who we really are and whatwe are doing out in this volatile ocean of dark matter. We need to thank my father."

"And we do. We thank your father very much for his vital contribution to humanity."

"Thank you, Mirror." "We absolutely believe that this mission is also about preserving your father's legacy, aswell as the voyage. Once you make the voyage, they will remember his name for eternity. And if we do not find anything, than we don't." "That's right Mirror, It doesn't matter if we find anything. The point is that we die trying."

"Quite true, Herbert. You are very wise."

Herbert continued on, "My father was the great man, not me. He saw things that thescience community would have never believed. He made us have faith in something wewould have never thought of before. When I young he told me a story that I really didn'tbelieve at first. He was a simple man. My father. He only believed in using archeology touncover the truth. It was that simple."



Henry's father was one of the first lunar archeologist to ever explore the surface of themoon. He was the first to uncover the ruins that was secretly waiting for mankind. Hewent on pure instinct. He followed his gut. He didn't believe that the moon was just a aplace to test nuclear weapons or just a landing pad.

Herbert's father led a team of space excavator to start digging in a place where no onereally thought of before. He was a student of a well-known professor of ancientarcheology. Together, they studied the ancient sites that followed a conspicuous pathalong the earth. The ruins were not there by accident, but by design. That's what hisfather believed and Herbert never doubted his father.

"Henry?"

Henry arrived at the old and long forgotten excavation site of the ruins. It looked morelike a crater filled with a deep pool of black water, that drained the light from starsabove. He turned on the flash lights that were built into his suit. There were several rays

of light that illuminated the way to down toward the ruins. Henry flew into the dark crater with his silver case in tow.

"What my father did, mirror, was look in the right place. We wouldn't be here, if helistened all the people who said he couldn't do it."

"Is this why you are doing this, Henry? Are you doing it for him. That is such a noble andwonder gesture, Henry."

"I know, Mirror. I know."

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