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2157: Blue Skies on Mars
SeriesTime Capsule
TypeSpectrum Dispatch
Source2157: Blue Skies on Mars
In the series
Title Published
2075: The Stars Get A Little Closer 2012-09-08
2113: When Do We Go Too Far? 2012-09-09
2120: Give These People Air 2012-09-12
2125: A Dark Day 2012-09-13
2140: A Ship in Every Garage 2012-09-14
2157: Blue Skies on Mars 2012-09-15
2214: The March of Progress 2012-09-16
2232: The First Push 2012-09-17
2262: The Neso Triangle 2012-09-18
2271: One Small Jump for Man 2012-09-19
2380: Together We Rise 2012-09-20
2438: Hello 2012-09-21
2460: Breathe Free 2012-09-22
2516: A Better Earth 2012-09-23
2523: The Three Pillars 2012-09-20
2530: The Galaxy Gets Bigger 2012-09-25
2541: Awfully Crowded in My Sky 2012-09-26
2546: A Leader Rises 2012-09-27
2610: Tears of Fire 2012-09-28
2638: A Call for Sovereignty 2012-09-29
2681: Scorched Earth 2012-09-30
2758: Not in Nottingham 2012-10-01
2789: A Cold War Thaws 2012-10-02
2792: The Tide Rises 2012-10-03
2795: A Kinder, Gentler Human 2012-10-04
2800: The Neutral Zone 2012-10-05
2872: Behold Sisyphus 2012-10-06
2920: The Money Pit 2012-10-07
2928: Campaign Promises 2012-10-08
2934: A Dreamer Dreams 2012-10-09
2942. . . 2012-10-10

Po téměř čtyřiceti letech zkoušek a tragédii je Mars oficiálně klasifikován jako prostředí s kyslíkem. Po oficiálním prohlášení se senátorem Stephen Nguyen jako hlavním řečníkem byl odhalen památník těm, kteří prošli Velkou marsovskou tragédií z roku '25.

Toto je zápis jeho proslovu:

Můj bratr Sean rád stavěl. Když jsme byli děti, sportoval jsem a běžel na Studentský kongres, on si vždycky pohrával s věcmi. Nebylo to v našem domě divné, když jsme se najednou vrátili domů k DistroBoxu rozebranému a uspořádanému na podlaze v obývacím pokoji nebo když se Sean plazil kolem ventilačních šachet, protože uslyšel cvaknutí. Byl chvíli čas a nikdy jsem to nedokázal, ale myslím, že se dostal ke psovi. Bylo mu deset, pamatujte, deset let a už byl tak nadaný. Možná nadaný je špatné slovo, protože to nebyl jen jeho talent, byla to jeho zvědavost a absolutní radost, kterou dostal, když něco rozbil a viděl, jak na všech těch dílech záleží.

As the years went by, we sort of drifted apart. He was just my weird, nerdy little brother who kept taking apart my stuff. We went to school on opposite sides of the world. He studied engineering and physics, a surprise to no one. I did my thing.

As adults, we would check in from time to time but I wouldn’t say we were particularly close. More like acquaintances than brothers. We were just too different. I liked the Phoenix Five, he thought they were derivative. I thought the new Citizenship program was an important way to reward the people who actively want to build a stronger nation. He thought it was elitist. And so it went.

Many years ago, when I won my first district seat, Sean showed up to the victory party. I think an aide must have invited him. To be honest, it never occurred to me to even try. Someone on my staff said they saw him in the corner, obviously uncomfortable around the crowd. He didn’t even come talk to me, just wrote a note and asked someone to give it me. Here’s what it said:

“Hey Stephen, you looked like you had a lot of people to talk to so I didn’t want to interrupt. But I just wanted to say, you’re awesome, man. I know we bicker and fight but it gives me hope that someone who really believes in their convictions is going into government. It’s really exciting and I’m so happy for you. Just remember, no matter what ugliness surrounds you, be brave, be yourself, and you’ll be fine.”

My brother Sean. Sean the destroyer. Sean the rebuilder. Sean was one of the many lost in the Tragedy of 2125. Since then, I’ve never been able to hear one of his aggravating rants on politics or one of his ridiculously dull ramblings about alloys and stress-points. It is a solace that the project that claimed my brother’s life has now been completed. This monument, a small consolation compared to the loss of these people, will at least keep their names alive for the rest of humanity to see forever.

You know what? Forgive my bluntness but screw that. I don’t want people to look at this memorial and be quiet and introspective. I want the names chiseled into this rock to spark a fire in them, a fire to challenge themselves, to challenge humanity. I want the names on this rock to be a battle cry for all of us to excel, to burst out into the universe and find our destiny.

So in the words of my stupid little brother, be brave everyone. Be yourself. And we’ll all be fine.


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