There Should Be Space Wed Feb 12 20:54:57 MST 2020 There should be space where nothing makes sense and that’s okay with everyone. There should be a place where absolutely nothing matters, and we don’t have a clue what’s going on, but again it doesn’t matter…so we survive. Things like that. Isn’t that okay? Isn’t that what this life should be about? Something like that.
John looked out the window of his office. He was on space station Epsilon orbiting Earth. The year was 2245, the twenty-third century. It had been a long handful of days for the commander. The stars shined brightly. He could see different constellations out his window. It reminded him of many things in life. Mostly the fact that life was fragile. Nothing was really set in stone. Life could end at any moment, John was highly aware of this. The door chimed, interrupting John’s thoughts. “Come in.” He said. John’s aide entered the room. “Commander.” She said. “I thought you should know, the results you were waiting for? They came in.” Handing John a piece of paper with the findings, she waited his response. John looked at the paper for a moment. He frowned at what he saw. Sitting down in his chair, John sighed. “You’re certain this is accurate Susan?” Susan nodded. Her blonde hair seemed to shimmer off of the lights in the office. Her blue eyes locking with his to confirm her stateme...