Earth, February, February 29th

It had been fifteen days since I last time talked to Nathan. And I’m at my fourth month. For the last two weeks, I have been looking into Nathaniel Malagigi’s records. His documents sort of anything. Anyone who had been in Nathan’s life. Any hints that could be helpful for me to piece the puzzle of his life. I don’t want to think of him as a person with no records whatsoever, or mystery figure… I need at least tell the boy. Or girl. Something about his or her father.

I have found only few tracks as to the whereabouts of Nathan’s life. There was no records of his birth or his parents or family on computer. Simply under a guardian. Lucas Grotzsky. The address is shown. He shouldn’t be too far out here. All I need is a train ticket. Forgive me, Nathan. I don’t know much about you.

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Aboard the Argos, February 12, 2020.

*beep* “Mr. Malagigi, you there?”

“You’re about on time,” I said. I was configuring the configuration of the ship- so the main core could be compatible upon the contact with nebulous tail of the comet.

“I’m gonna upload up the chemistry composition that Argos has picked up. It may not be bad, but… I need your professional opinion. I’m no expert on the space chemistry composition.”

Pause.

“Did you get the information?”

“Nathan, I don’t believe this.”

It was the first time I heard myself called Nathan by Dr. Croxley.

“By the look of composition… I have never seen this powerful. By stellar!”

“What?” I tried to understand. “You mean to say that you’ve never seen like this?”

“Well, yes, but not with the ship so nearby… and compatible,” he said.

“What dos that mean?” I was anxious.

“Mr. Malagigi,” he paused. “You’re going to be through a hell of ride—” *static*

“Say again? I’m getting pretty damn close at the near end of comet’s tail.”

“You’ll go light-speed for minutes,” he finished. “Maybe more.”

“What?!” I yelled. “I’ve gotta shut down!”

“No,” he advised. “Too late now. Or you’d be burst upside down across the other side of orbit. You gotta hang on as much as you can. Just try to escape the tail!”

I lowered my panic mode, knowing it won’t do any good. I set five belts across myself: one by lower legs, thighs, wrists, chest, and forehead. The only things that are free the arms. they are important tools for manual control.

“One minute any now,” Dr. Croxley said. “And I should be off the static scan. I hope to hear from you in hours, or days!” He sounded utterly worrisome.

Disconnected with a full blast of static noises.

It has started, I thought. I can feel the main core humming quietly. And the next few minutes were the most unbelievable moment of my life. I braced for my life. And the baby.

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Earth Day, March 1st, 2020

It had went past midnight. I hope I didn’t intrude or anything. But this is important. I didn’t think the extent of importance. At least not after the meeting.

“Who is this?” voice boomed out the door. “You know that you’re in a desert wasteland, ma’am?” he was peering through the door-hole.

“I was aware of that. I’ve only come here for one thing. Background on Nathaniel Malagigi’s life.”

Silence. “Why do you want to know?” came a threatening voice.

“Sir… I’m pregnant with his baby…”

“Good lord! I don’t think that is the reason why you come here, I figure.”

“Why do you say that?”

“By golly! I can’t believe that he’s still alive!”

“Pardon?”

“Ma’am…”

“Just call me Sophie, sir,” I said.

There was a slow movement of door. He peered at the sideline of door to get a good look. And a proof. He glared down to my little formed belly. Slowly but surely he swung the door open.

“Ma’am, please do come inside, dear Sofia.”

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My life was flashing by. It was much worse than simulation training at NASA at the courtesy of director. I could barely move. I tried to propel the Argos to certain degree of directing, to no avail. I’ve endured the full instruction until the end of tail. I almost thought that I was being melted away like warm butter in the sunlight getting sliced by vicious solar wind. I couldn’t even feel my own arms. It is as if I’m being transparent at ten locations simultaneously! I screamed outright loud. Sound came too slow a velocity before I could finally hear myself: Sonya!!!

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