2021 was a promising new dawn, ready to rise the moment the clock struck midnight. Micah could easily go on a tangent about time, a never-ending stream of words that could leave a guy breathless, a fourth dimensional guide to life that we never could put our fingers on, all relative, only to sum it up in the end with 'time flies when you're having fun!' It felt that way, standing in the barren landscape, his personal testing area around him, Sylvie looked over at the moment the cap was popped off the lens of his boyhood telescope. All seemed like it was going at Mach 1 to him!
"Bet this old timer sure is glad to shake off the cobwebs!" He patted at the optical tube like it was an old pal. In many ways it was. "Haven't had it out for a spin since coming out here to tinsel town! Guess it made the long journey over to sit and wait for you to come along! Ha!" Couldn't deny that he had gone through an astronomy phase when he was a little boy, lifting baby Lindy to look through the eye-piece he was now making sure was spotless with the edge of his plaid sleeve. "Gotta make it all worth missing the big Prometheus shindig for the second year in a row, huh, doc!"
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