MicroHorror

Just when I was about to lose the last of my strength, I arrived. Although I’d been told that the galaxy NGC 3660 was similar to the Milky Way, I’d never imagined how close it really was. Finally there after travelling a distance measured in years, I felt the déjà vu of my old life intermingling with the beginnings of a new one. I had been led by rumors of the largest stellar fossil fuel deposit ever discovered, and I knew that even though it would take me the rest of my days, the hope of that discovery outweighed any other passion.

I surveyed planets and explored moons, searching for any sign, documenting every discovery, dating and collecting every fossil. To my crew, I was nothing but a crazy old woman wasting what remained of her life by travelling. My only desire was to find the true deposit. If it was where shooting stars go to die, perhaps I could find one that was still alive. Weighing my options and the possibilities, even knowing that I was chasing a fantasy, I could not believe otherwise. I was risking everything on this trip, to find a living star and ask her to grant my wish.

I bet and lost. There is no place in this galaxy I haven’t explored. Everything has been in vain. I don’t have any fuel, crew, or air to breathe. All I can do now is fade out, little by little, as I and my ship become just another fossil.