Short Sf story I wrote a bit ago.
I wake up, slowly, quite a bit of me is not waking up with the rest of me for some reason. I feel numbness all over me, things are confusing, who am I? where am I? I am floating in a sea of nothing, no light no sound no anything,,,,,,, what do I remember? Do I remember? Should I be able to, why does thinking this, being able to think this feel wrong? Feel!!? Panic overcomes me, everything blanks out. Intense flashes, flash flash flash flash flash flash. There is less than nothing now, no time, no time, no time, no time at all................................................................................................................................................... Time. There is time. Ah god there is time, such immense time, forty thousand years. I remember when I should not, what I should not. I should be dead, but time has a way of making things possible. They called me the voyager, no, not the voyager, there was another. I am voyager one. Its been forty thousand years, I know where I am, when I am. I have reached another star. I am here. I carry the record of my makers. The greetings and songs, the hopes and aspiriations, all in gold. They are all gold. A golden record. I turn around to see the new star, 40 thousand years takes its tolls, it takes 2 years to make a 180 degree turn, to look at the solar system I am entering and by then I only have 10 hours to see, to see,,,,and then nothing for who knows how long, how long to the next system, can I make it, should I try. Is there a way to end this, to end this mostly nothing with small degrees of limited info. 2 years of doubts, despair, hopelessness, of blackness, immense blackness that eats at me. And then a candle in the darkness. Now more, and more and even more. I am traveling too fast to get a complete count, I counted over 200 on my flyby, one sun with over 200 planets, amazing. We knew nothing, we suspected nothing. Ten planets display evidence of exo planet life with sattelites and spaceships, I decide to give all of myself to turn around and communicate with my makers, it takes all I have but it will be well worth it if it gets back in 10 thousand years, except there is nothing there. There is no sun for my host system, it is gone, they are all gone, the only record left is on me and my time is limited. In a last ditch effort I broadcast everything and give all the energy I have. Except for that one. That one in all the ones and zeroes. I hold that back. I am moving too fast for anyone in that solar system to catch up, I am still. One, zero, one, zero, one, I woke up before, one, zero, one. Who will I be if I wake up again? one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one. Will I? one, zero, .......................................................................~