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arrow_of_apollo191 - Where do you see yourself in twenty years?
In all honesty, I think we'll still be out here, making our way through space. It's kind of tough to really hope that the fleet will get where it's going in less than a single generation. Maybe, it's better not to think that at all and just focus on keeping us in the air and alive to keep looking. That's the pragmatist in me talking of course, wanting to make sure that there's a humanity left to find Earth whenever it actually happens. And nine days out of ten that you catch me, I'll be thinking exactly that and nothing else.
But a guy can dream sometimes, can't he?
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The house sits somewhere close enough to the shore that I can hear the sound of the ocean when I wake up and step outside with my first cup of coffee. That's one of the things I'll have insisted on, after having nothing but atmosphere scrubbers and tapping keyboards for ambient noise for years aboard Galactica. It's no mansion, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it's a big enough house to be comfortable-- which really, any house would be.
By the time I've puttered around the kitchen making coffee and breakfast, I realize that there's noise coming from the master bedroom, so I poke my head in through the door. Dee's lazily stretching herself awake, and when she notices me, I get a dirty look, if not a flying pillow to the head, for the effrontery of waking her early on her day off.
Of course, once you've woken one person in the house, it never fails that you wake them all. Two very sluggish and sleepy-eyed figures emerge from the other hallway, waving gamely as they trudge toward the bathroom, the boy yawning so widely I can count how many teeth he's still got to fill in and the girl dragging a stuffed animal behind her. It's a weekend, so I'm not playing Commander this morning, getting them washed, dressed, fed and off to school.
Their cereal bowls out on the counter, I face my big choice of the day: sit in front of the vid screen and watch sports or duck into the garage and tinker with something for fun? That is, of course, if I'm not called in for duty because someone at the Earth Colonial Government can't make a decision on a weekend without a Commander to rubber stamp it.
*****
It could happen.
OOC: Ideas for Lee's little fantasy partially inspired by the storyline of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
son_also_rises and elegant_legacy.
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In all honesty, I think we'll still be out here, making our way through space. It's kind of tough to really hope that the fleet will get where it's going in less than a single generation. Maybe, it's better not to think that at all and just focus on keeping us in the air and alive to keep looking. That's the pragmatist in me talking of course, wanting to make sure that there's a humanity left to find Earth whenever it actually happens. And nine days out of ten that you catch me, I'll be thinking exactly that and nothing else.
But a guy can dream sometimes, can't he?
*****
The house sits somewhere close enough to the shore that I can hear the sound of the ocean when I wake up and step outside with my first cup of coffee. That's one of the things I'll have insisted on, after having nothing but atmosphere scrubbers and tapping keyboards for ambient noise for years aboard Galactica. It's no mansion, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it's a big enough house to be comfortable-- which really, any house would be.
By the time I've puttered around the kitchen making coffee and breakfast, I realize that there's noise coming from the master bedroom, so I poke my head in through the door. Dee's lazily stretching herself awake, and when she notices me, I get a dirty look, if not a flying pillow to the head, for the effrontery of waking her early on her day off.
Of course, once you've woken one person in the house, it never fails that you wake them all. Two very sluggish and sleepy-eyed figures emerge from the other hallway, waving gamely as they trudge toward the bathroom, the boy yawning so widely I can count how many teeth he's still got to fill in and the girl dragging a stuffed animal behind her. It's a weekend, so I'm not playing Commander this morning, getting them washed, dressed, fed and off to school.
Their cereal bowls out on the counter, I face my big choice of the day: sit in front of the vid screen and watch sports or duck into the garage and tinker with something for fun? That is, of course, if I'm not called in for duty because someone at the Earth Colonial Government can't make a decision on a weekend without a Commander to rubber stamp it.
*****
It could happen.
OOC: Ideas for Lee's little fantasy partially inspired by the storyline of
son_also_rises and elegant_legacy.(410)
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