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This week Frederique is deep in thoughts. Have you ever done something and wished that you had done it differently? Freddy is trying to hack herself to go back to the space ship unfortunately it doesn't seem to work that way. We start back right where we left off last week.
The other thing was, at my age, most people going to university or going to work seemed to know what they wanted to do with their life. If not, they had at least some direction. At the opposite all I wanted was answer. What would I be able to do with a physics major and a neurological minor was way out of my reach. I would learn about myself for few years, maybe get my answer, then what. I didn't think I could publish any paper about parallel universe travel or even had someone else travel with me. My travels were totally random, no mater how hard I tried to find a pattern it seemed that there was nothing making sure that I was going to travel back to the universe I desire and there was no way I was going provoke a travel any time soon. Sometimes, it all seemed useless, like my mother said. Maybe I should just listen to her and go to get a two years degree and live in her house and work for her company.
I reached the stairs and held on tight to the ramp. Not because I was afraid of stairs or height or anything, but just because it was an habit created by my mother's rules. It took few steps before seeing the stairs rush toward me full speed. My forehead was painful and then the stars appeared in front of me. I blinked three times to make sure of where I was and cursed, wondering in what state I was going to find my body going back to my universe.
The window was round and small and the never ending night sky was passing along without real change. The space ship seemed to be floating in the ocean of darkness. I never realized that when you travel across the universe you are in perpetual night, you can reach the day time only when coming close enough to a star. I wonder what time it was. Sometimes, the time in the traveled universe and back home is different. I wondered if moving at huge speed in the spaceship would make a difference. Should I had general relativity to my list of topics? If I was to come here more often, that might be a good idea. But why did I come back here so suddenly when getting to the stairs while I had been trying to come all morning without result. Was it just a coincidence, or had I been delayed for some reason? I never blacked out in dangerous place. Falling from the stairs sounded dangerous enough. If I started to travel at anytime, it would become really dangerous. I closed my eyes a second trying to push the scary thoughts out of my mind, if I continued like that I would be better locked up like my mother sort of suggested. I couldn't let her win.
I reached the stairs and held on tight to the ramp. Not because I was afraid of stairs or height or anything, but just because it was an habit created by my mother's rules. It took few steps before seeing the stairs rush toward me full speed. My forehead was painful and then the stars appeared in front of me. I blinked three times to make sure of where I was and cursed, wondering in what state I was going to find my body going back to my universe.
The window was round and small and the never ending night sky was passing along without real change. The space ship seemed to be floating in the ocean of darkness. I never realized that when you travel across the universe you are in perpetual night, you can reach the day time only when coming close enough to a star. I wonder what time it was. Sometimes, the time in the traveled universe and back home is different. I wondered if moving at huge speed in the spaceship would make a difference. Should I had general relativity to my list of topics? If I was to come here more often, that might be a good idea. But why did I come back here so suddenly when getting to the stairs while I had been trying to come all morning without result. Was it just a coincidence, or had I been delayed for some reason? I never blacked out in dangerous place. Falling from the stairs sounded dangerous enough. If I started to travel at anytime, it would become really dangerous. I closed my eyes a second trying to push the scary thoughts out of my mind, if I continued like that I would be better locked up like my mother sort of suggested. I couldn't let her win.
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Will science help or just make everything more intangible? I hope she finds her answers.
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