Ow my pendant burned against my skin. The metal was reacting with the acid that had built up since my late teenage years. One week, one week and you're 23. It's hard to believe my birthday is all I can concentrate on with these people standing around me. I was born in 1994 on sunny May 19th, in the afternoon. The years after that were so complex, I never really got the chance to feel like a child. I remember all of it, my first secret, first friend, that time I hit a kid with my bookbag, and 9/11. I remember the wars after, if you want to call them multiple wars, my generation can barely see the difference. None of those compare to the revolutions that led to the Final War. My mind can't keep still, racing about information technology, space exploration and medical advances keeping my brain from focusing on the conversations being held next to me. 123 years old and I won't even be on Earth, or will I? I'm still not positive of the exact science behind our mission, that's not what I'm here for, I'm a biologist/veterinarian/pharmacist, not an astrophysicist, or a multidimensional analyst like Parnille, or Louise. I wonder how they're feeling, if their stomachs are as fluid as my thoughts? "Doc?" A heavy hand drew down on my shoulder. I turn and see vibrant hazle eyes piercing into mine, Lieutenant Talen.
"Yes lieutenant?"
"Your bags have been loaded and secured."
"Including the medical equipment?"
"Yeeas?"
"Talen!" Forcing my voice into a I'm going to punch you, but I really don't have the energy right now so don't make me tone.Raising my hand, his hands reached first and his smile was pulling across his fluorescent teeth.
"Yes, they're next to Doc.Dala's med supplies."
"Fine."
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Science FictionThe space race has taken on a new face as multidimensional travel becomes a reality.
