Brian's mission diary
Entry number 3.
As promised,it is the next Sunday.
The 18th of September 2039.
We've been going in a straight line for much longer than we should.
This flight was supposed to be auto-piloted from the ground,hence why there's not a pilot on board.
A biologist,an electrical engineer,and astrophysicist and an interior designer (i have yet to understand why he's in board??)
But not a single pilot amongst us.
Still no news from my wife.
We've been up in the milky seas for many lonely days..
Yet we're strangely calm about it.
Never looked back.
Never feared.
Never cried.
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FanfictionMany years have gone,though I'm older but a year... English isn't my first language so alert me of any mistakes! :) *this is a work of fiction and i do not own Queen,any of their members nor any of their songs.
