Aboard the Craft
Ross Dale Kelly


Jogging casually, on my way through the courtyard to class, the bag I carried seemed heavier than usual, a curiosity which as curiosity goes was not too common, but still surprises me at the right time. I could see in the light a clear path, uninhabited, winding through the trees over the horizon. The peaceful scene did not sink out of sight either as we, my class mate and I, hurried further to the sidewalk, then past the planters and into the house in which I was studying the stars and astrological matter effected by physics.

The brightly colored earth slowly faded through glass doors into a quaint living room around the corner and into a study. In the shadows, of the newly lighted floors, I saw my reflection, quick and resilient toward the problem at which I had been pondering for the last few weeks. We had interestingly enough, as a people, an affliction to revere the stars and watch them pass us through our lives. Today however, the lesson seemed more pertinent than I expected during the previous minutes before entering the door. My thoughts moved back to the bag, which I started to dismantle, pulling out key components and tools.

The clock began to tick. I noticed my wristwatch, a crafty piece which was tracking a time outside our actual realm of time, although not space. We had all come to recognize the glory of clever intuits, which supported every action in our lives.

Our planet, as we now call it, is more of a device or encapsulated sliver of space to walk atop, considering it is actually a spaceship of sorts. We have, since the beginning of our race’s time, been propelling ourselves on plotted course through the universe in with great momentum, traveling through black holes on a charted route. As we moved closer to these holes our light seemed to glimmer more and more as space and stars take their turn moving toward the largest point of gravity in the universe.

In our place and time, we have discovered that our travels could come to an end. But, our forefather’s mission, as our as they accepted to one’s dismay, was a duty to which they could utterly throw ourselves to in unanimous support.

They, in the midst of the journey threw themselves into science. The predicament, although not thoroughly clear now, all turns back to your time, incidentally, in a groundbreaking invention which depicts both time and space in its entirety. In almost a space mass, to which another side has yet to be discovered, the invention by a group of scientists, including my grandfather, was this telescope does not feel the universe by way of traveling light reflected from images, but rather instantly sees the universe and interoperates it on a type of map which can be read, in reference to the position of the device.

My watch struck twelve, and I was a nervous wreck. It was at this time through which we were predicted to simonize again with our original clock, and it was anyone’s guess at exactly which day we would leap over, considering our original time seemed to include leap years (for which we had accounted) and other factors all pointing toward an ambiguous detection.

This was less than satisfactory for me, considering many people trusted my calculations and took my word that everything would go along smoothly. Unfortunately, there were also strong oppositions to my claims, and those of the group in which I was involved. Their theories predicted that we were merely half way to our final resting place, and although we could see the destination, we would never, never see the day when we would arrive. I, however recalled the effects black holes had on the space around us and, in which case we would be transported back to Earth to, surprisingly enough, in the exact place at which we had left, embarking on our journey. It seemed unlikely, but far favorable to the alternative.

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