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It would’ve sounded lovely on a marketing brochure: floating, drifting untethered in a riverbed of brightly-colored cosmic dust. The astronaut had witnessed one star’s birth, and another’s explosive retirement. She’d clocked comets sputtering angrily as they roared past minor moons, gaped as the sun’s rays stretched between a dozen satellites. Staring from the void’s celestial window palace at beauty yet unsung by her kind, at a million tiny conversations that weren’t interested in her, the astronaut found it surprisingly easy to forget the shackles—just for a microsecond or two. Her amnesia never slept for long.
“I thought it would be freezing,” her other half murmured. The words slipped out as a weak whisper, but they smashed violently into the explorer, who was unprepared for the sudden sonic boom they carried. She hadn’t heard a voice in years. Or centuries. Or five minutes.
“That’s what they all said, wasn’t it? That space is supposed to be a smidge above absolute zero?” Her unexpected, inexplicable twin smirked, gesturing to the nothingness that served as their living room. “I think we’re overdressed, personally.”
The astronaut’s head lightly dove into the water and began a slow crawl. “The weather. That’s what you want to talk about?”
Her other half shrugged. Unflappable, as always. “What else is there?” She watched the last wisps from a supernova at the opposite end of the galaxy waft by. “I wish someone had mentioned it to us. Well, to you, I suppose. It’s not cold here. It’s…”
“It’s still,” the astronaut breathed. Or perhaps she hadn’t replied yet. It was impossible to know.
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