Microstory 2509: Former Girlfriend

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Landis wasn’t always the great and noble guy you’ve heard of. I’m not surprised that he became what he is today, but I do wish that it was happening while we were dating. He wasn’t a bad guy, but he really struggled with motivation. He didn’t want to work very hard at anything. He didn’t want things handed to him, but he didn’t want to have to think too hard either, and figure the solutions out for himself. He wanted to know how to do something, and understand why he should be doing it. He didn’t have a great job, bu he was content with it, because he gave an unremarkable interview, yet they gave it to him. He didn’t care about being promoted, or even making more money. His budget was always based on the bare minimum, and he didn’t care about anything else. He didn’t want to improve, or have a better life. This sounds really selfish of me, but it might have been nice had he treated me to dinner every once in a while. I felt like I was the only one making an effort in the relationship. I had to leave him, because it was so one-sided, and when I finally did, he didn’t seem to care. This goes to show how dispassionate he was. I wanted him to want something, even if it wasn’t me. I couldn’t tell you how he got his powers, because I wasn’t around for that, but I’m happy for him. I am not bitter, and I’ve not tried to get back together. He’s doing his thing, and I’m doing mine. I feel lucky that the path we walked took us to where we are. Even if I were miserable, at least he’s a superhero now, and that’s a beautiful thing. People ask if I regret not sticking by him but if I had, the Foundation might not exist. It’s all so mysterious, so we don’t know how he ended up with the abilities, but he has told us that we received them. He wasn’t born with them, so he would not have randomly developed them in an alternate reality. He was reportedly simply at the right place at the right time. If we had still been living together, he would have been in a completely different place at that particular time. We would have gone on with our lives none the wiser, still not happy, and none of you would be cured. I guess I should say...you’re welcome.

Microstory 2331: Vacuus, December 31, 2178

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Dear Condor,

Happy New Year! It’s true, religious beliefs have changed over the years, though some of the traditions remain, even if people don’t understand why they’re doing them. You were kind of right, we actually do observe Christmas, though it’s a lot different than it used to be, and that has to do with the circumstances under which we live. We exchange gifts too, but only one. It’s rocks. You might think, hey, you give rocks as gifts? That sounds dumb. Well, we’re not talking just any rock. Obviously, since there is no breathable atmosphere out here, we can’t just walk outside whenever we want. If you want to pick a rock off the ground, it’s going to be this whole to do. You have to put on a suit, and you might need to climb into a rover. The farther the rock was found from the base, the more impressive it is that you managed to get all the way out there, and the more meaningful it will be for whoever you’re giving it to. Every year, the hardcore gift-givers train to lower their heart rates, and learn to control their breaths, so they can travel farther than ever before. Some try to run, and some try to sloth their way there, deluded into thinking that it’s making any significant difference in their range. If you look at a map of excursion sites, however, there’s a limit to how far anyone can go, even if they lug extra air tanks with them. Everything they try to use to gain an advantage has its drawbacks that regress them towards the mean. And if you do choose to use a rover—if only to go part of the way—it’s less impressive, and less of a big deal of a gift. I’ve never done it. Mother was as much of a homebody as me, so she didn’t make a trek, and I never learned to value it. I’m a bit too old to care. It is mostly for the younger crowd, who are indoctrinated as children. They don’t go outside themselves. An adult who is rated for surface excursions collects from nearby, and hides them around the base for kids to find, and give to their families. We actually do this twice a year. There’s another holiday called Valentine’s Day, which is for romantic partnerships, though people tend to grow out of it. That one usually involves pebbles, and kids look for them in a scavenger hunt too. Once they’re older, signs of affection typically come from spending extra money on a luxury food item from the synthesizer, or something else more substantial. Christmas is about effort, other gift-based observances are about sacrifice. Either way, it sounds like we’re even more into Christmas than people left on Earth are. We also celebrate New Year, and surely your people do as well. It’s not a religious concept as far as I know, though maybe there’s something about its history that I don’t know. Someone had to come up with the calendar, and it wasn’t after the decline of superstition. Here’s to a great 2179.

May you find the farthest rock (that’s what we say),

Corinthia