Sectret of The Marauder Satellite (v1.0)

by Unknown Author

  But that’s not the whole of my story. It can’t be. I’m still young, still raw to space and life. I’ve not yet completed my mission here, and although Bix keeps telling me I’m a different person, it’s a little hard sometimes for me to believe. Inside, I’m often a frightened boy.

  Bix has been reading this as I’ve pounded out each page, night after night on my free time, keeping him awake in the process. He says that I should realize—and you should realize—that we’ve all got the embryos of the small children we once were, tucked away somewhere, inside our minds. We shouldn’t ever really forget, he says. Life is a process of continuous change, of growth. But it’s meaningless without comprehension, without continuity. We must remember where we have been, if we are to know where we are.

  That’s why I’ve written this: to tell me, and to remind me when necessary, of where I have been.

  Now, I’ve got to finish. I have a date with Mary in the lounge, and I don’t want to be late. I am not about to forfeit my rights to a girl I have found to be one of the most delightful of all creatures on Earth—or off it.