Untitled Project: The Origins pt. 2

1,900 years earlier;

I’m apprehensive about this whole mission. I don’t like the sound of the technology, I don’t like my crewmates, and I don’t like the idea of being away from my daughter. I’m not coming home. Ever again. I’ll be trapped in a metal box for the next 1,500 years. Then stuck doing labor and diplomacy missions for the rest of my life.

I’m one of the 100 people chosen to travel to the planet Den 2. Approximately 100 years ago, radio signals from the planet were received by some of the most dedicated group of assholes on the planet. I mean we have been shooting things into space and keeping an ear out as long as we’ve had the technology to and nothing! They hadn’t the right sense to give up and concede to the possibility that we were alone in this ocean of stars and dust. But I guess it’s a good thing they didn’t because they hooked a big one.

Most of the transmission received all those years ago is classified, however what was released to the public mustn’t have been all that departed from what was kept secret. I say this because we were told about a race of intelligent beings that were sending out a call for peaceful travel to their planet. Turns out this planet is abundant of basically everything. It’s huge, oxygen rich, and has the potential to grease the pockets of the 1% even more than they already are. That was 100 years ago, and no other transmissions have been received since then and if there has no one has said anything.

As for me, I am not a scientist. I am not an astronaut, military person, political leader, or goddamned CEO. I am a convict. I’m serving life for beating the shit out of my daughter’s ex-boyfriend after I found out he’d been hitting and abusing her and my grandson. Ended up killing the poor guy, but he should’ve known what would’ve happened had he stopped playing the gentleman.

Anyway, about 5 years ago I was pulled aside from my daily chores by a couple officials. They told me they were from an organization called Jumped Ellipse that worked alongside the government. They asked me if I would do a job for them in exchange for my freedom, and $1.5 million awarded to my family. Of course, I said hell yes, but they wanted me to take the time to consider. As for why, they told me that for this job I’d be put to sleep in a new kind of technology used for space travel. Basically, what you’d see in a sci-fi film was brought to reality. The pod would keep me asleep, young, and healthy for as long as I’m in it. I’d travel in this stasis state through space for about 1,500 years until we reach the planet that the radio signals were coming from. And on the chance that the transmission was legit, it really is a peaceful invitation, and the planet wasn’t wiped out by an asteroid, I’d begin setting down the foundation for humans to start a diplomatic relationship and a colony.

I know how this movie ends. We all get smashed on the way by an asteroid. Which is probably better than the alternative, which is that we get there and are taken slaves by the native race living there. Regardless, I said yes; obviously or I wouldn’t be recording this log for y’all. It’s the least I can do for my daughter who’s had to live 25 years with the shitty excuse of a dad that I am. It’s not like I’m getting much quality time with her or my grandson behind bars. And I’ll be giving her more money than she could wish for to take care of her and her son.

Anyway, they told me I had to sign off with my name and position for the colony. So here goes.

Signing off, this is Alan Davis, laborer.

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