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Dear Corinthia,
My father had to extend his diplomatic mission, which happens all the time—he
had already extended it twice before this—but he calls every time, so I was
able to confront him about his involvement in our separation. I would have
preferred to speak with him in person, but I didn’t want to waste any more
time, because there’s no telling how long this will take. We really need that
food and the medical supplies, and they just can’t come to an agreement with
our neighbors. I believe that he will make every effort to return as soon as
possible, though, as delaying a real talk will only give me more time to hear
the truth from you instead. He would have rather gotten ahead of the
narrative, but of course, we both know that he had every opportunity to fess
up, and never did. In the meantime, I’ve been trying to find anyone who may
have known our parents back then, but he and I came to this habitat alone
years ago. So far, no one here has been of much help. I did meet a rather old
woman who believes that such awful practices were not unheard of four decades
ago, and there’s apparently precedent that goes back even further. Back in the
early days of space exploration, there were two famous sets of twins who were
studied for comparison. One would go up into space, while the other stayed on
the ground. That’s how they learned that low gravity changed the immune
system, and even genes. There were other twin studies throughout history, such
as when one turned out to be really intelligent, and the other not so much.
This old woman thinks that these experiments became more ethical over time,
but started to backslide as governments lost control of society, and
corporations started being able to make up their own rules. It’s hard to know
for sure what I can trust about what this woman says, though, as she’s made
some more outrageous claims, like that aliens walk among us, or that she once
met an immortal mystic man who was born in the nineteenth century. Anyway, I’m
quite curious to know more about how Vacuus works. I know that it’s quite
dangerous to live on an airless world, but what does that do to people? What
kind of laws do you have? Would you call them fair and reasonable? I should
think that a mission that included a kidnapped baby would be rife with
corruption and amorality, but I truly hope that things have changed since
then, and you at least feel safe and happy with the people around you. Write
back when you can.
Love (I hope it’s okay to say that),
Condor Sloane
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