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Dear Corinthia,
I regret to inform you that my son, Condor Sloane has been missing since
January 4, 2180. I was made aware that he was hired for a new job working
with a global outfit that has since been defunct. They were trying to
restore this planet to its original health before the toxins, and while they
were moderately successful, they have since lost all steam, and talent.
Condor could have been a great asset to them, but he never made it to their
rendezvous point in the North Queensland Dome. The initial suspicion was
that his truck broke down on his way out there, and he succumbed to the
environment after life support ran out, or that he crashed, and lost life
support right away. I spent weeks combing the desert, looking for any sign
of him. I searched the road, I searched off the road, I searched detours, I
searched everywhere. And once I had finished searching everywhere I thought
he could possibly be, I began to search everywhere else. I heard reports of
someone spotting him somewhere near Bowen Orbital Spaceport, but when I went
to investigate there, I couldn’t corroborate the witness’ story, and when I
tried to reach out, this witness was nowhere to be found either. I’m sure it
was just a prank. For the last two years, though, I’ve kept searching. I’ve
run down every lead. He didn’t just disappear into thin air. I thought maybe
my old neighbor had gotten to him, or Condor’s old nurse. They have both
lied, and maybe there was more to the study that Condor was on the verge of
discovering, and they had to shut him up. Or maybe they just wanted to study
him again. Maybe us asking all these questions only served to renew their
interests in the endeavor. I found nothing. I found no evidence of anything.
My best guess at this point is that he ended up in the water, somewhere
along Australia’s eastern coast. It would be impossible to find him under
these conditions. It could have happened anywhere from Old Brisbane to the
Blackbraes dome. I wish that I had better news, and I wish I could keep
going, but I buried my son. I held a funeral for him, and everything. I’m an
old man now, and can’t keep traveling like I used to. I’ve recently settled
in a region that was once called Ecuador. The poisonous gases are still
here, and it’s still deadly to go outside, however, this close to the
equator, the sunshine is able to break through. You can see the sky from the
ground during the day, and shortly after nightfall, you can even make out a
few stars before the particles recongregate, and it fogs over once more.
It’s a highly coveted place to live, and a great place to retire. Condor
would say that I’ve earned it, and I’m trying to honor him that way. I’m
sorry. I know he meant a lot to you. It was a lovely service, you deserved
to be there. I should have recorded it for you. I just wasn’t thinking. I’ve
attached the program, though, so you can imagine having been there.
Bittersweet to hear from you again after all this time,
Pascal
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