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Dear Velia,
I just wanted to touch base with you, and make sure that we really are on
the same page. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and scare you off. I can
be a little intense and focused sometimes, and it can get me into trouble.
It’s not my fault, it’s the kind of life that I had to lead. While we were
transporting people to the safe zones, I had to be single-minded, and ignore
all distractions. That’s kind of where I feel most comfortable. Now that my
job is kind of cushy and breezy, I rarely ever feel that rush of adrenaline
anymore. Reading your letters gave me that intensity that I guess I’ve been
missing in my life. I hope I’ve not gotten too carried away about it. So,
you tell me. Do you think we’re somehow moving too fast? The way I see it,
we can’t see each other face to face, so we kind of have to make up for it
by being a little over the top. Maybe that’s the wrong way to look at it,
though. Perhaps we should just be sending each other letters as friends.
When you think about it, that’s about as far as things can go anyway. I
suppose we could start being really graphic and suggestive, but would that
even work? Argh, I’m in my head. This would go a lot smoother if you could
reply to each question or comment as I said them. Dumping them all into one
message sounds so strategic and calculating, like I have to get out all my
thoughts. Which I pretty much do with the time lag. Some friends at Mauna
Kea connected me with their colleagues who were working on faster-than-light
communication. Or should I say, that’s what they say they’re doing. They’re
pretty convinced that it’s an impossibility. There are no wormholes. There’s
no warping space. There’s just the constant speed of the propagation of
information, and we, the slaves to its tyranny. Okay, now I’m getting
poetic. Just message me back when you can. I meant what I said, that you
have the right to look for companionship closer to home. And to be clear,
I’m not telling you that because I think you don’t know it yourself. I’m
telling you so that you know that I know that.
So into you,
Condor
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