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Dear Condor,
I hope this letter finds you well. My name is Corinthia Sloane. No, the fact
that we share a surname is not a coincidence. I spent so much time crafting
this message, because I didn’t want to shock you, but there is simply no
delicate way to phrase it, and no best position in the paragraph to place
it, except perhaps not in the first or last sentence. The truth is that you
are my long-lost twin. Our parents separated us at birth. I am not certain
of precisely why they did this. Perhaps you could ask our father. Tell him
hello for me, or screw you, depending on what his explanation
is. From what I could gather, they did it as some kind of experiment on
nature versus nurture. Again, I’m not entirely sure how they thought this
would be an interesting comparison. I’m a girl, born and raised, and I was
told that you were at least born a boy, so we’re obviously not identical.
What exactly were they testing for, and how did they account for the
inherent differences in our physiology? Did they report back to each other
regularly? Sadly, I am no longer able to ask our mother further questions.
She confessed to me the truth on her deathbed, and has since passed on to
whatever hell is somehow worse than this place. To clarify, I live on
Vacuus. If you’ve never heard of it. It’s a distant planet in the solar
system, taking nearly 42,000 years to orbit the barycenter! I’ve seen photos
of the sky from your world, and am so jealous. From here, the sun does not
appear as a dominating disc, illuminating all the lands, but a single point
of light in the distance. It’s barely distinguishable from the other stars
on the firmament. The surface of this planet is uninhabitable, as you would
guess. It was the last one that humanity ever discovered, and it took them a
very long time to figure out how. It is a cold, heartless place, where we
live in stale, recycled air. It’s a wonder that we’ve survived this long,
but it could all go up in an instant with a single breach in the walls. I’m
exaggerating, but it is pretty dangerous and stressful here. I don’t
know what your life is like, but for now, I would count myself lucky if I
were you, that you were not chosen as the astronaut baby. I hope this news
does not distress you too much. I only found out about you yesterday, and
reached out as soon as I was able to sneak into the server room to mine for
your contact information. If you are not my twin brother, Condor, please
forward this message to him, or at least reply back that I have the wrong
address. If you are Condor, please return as quickly as possible as I
eagerly await your response. This far out, it takes light about a week to
travel back and forth.
Excited to hear from you,
Corinthia Sloane
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