In a flight deck a captain was making his last preparations before the departure process.
"Commander of the White Cruisers wish you a good trip and luck be with you, your coordinates are the farthest point from our current location if everything goes according to calculations we will probably never see each other again so consider these last words as a farewell message and good luck that the future will grant you the blessings of heaven. "
Branco was listening carefully to what would be the last order of his leader and man he respected the most in his existence, he knew he would be sent to the farthest location because of all the twenty-nine pilots who passed the tests he qualified At first in all of them and that was what he expected, he got used to the loneliness and the feeling of having no one to talk to filled his heart with a feeling of peace and tranquility. This trip will be like paradise for him a journey of more than a thousand years lights of complete peace and tranquility.
With permission granted White began preparations for takeoff as the engines warmed up for launch, the engines fired and he quickly saw Mars pass in the left corner of his eyes, after some time he left the solar system that was located at his little crib.
White disconnects from his pilot seat and will personally review all sectors of the ship, after checking everything and checking that there was no risk to the integrity of the ship, he goes to his room and will read all the books that He brought with him many other things that will help in the passage of time over the years.
Almost ten years have gone by and beyond the reports he made once every five years to his superiors though he did not need to because if anything happens they would know immediately but he did not like it very much is his duty as captain informs these kinds of subjects his routine was so for the last three hundred years on this trip he saw wonders no other human had ever seen before with his eyes.
There were wonders in his eyes that left him speechless, he saw a two-star dance far away in tune with each other if he didn't know what was going on he would think they were doing a dance with everyone in the universe watching them, he saw meteors bigger than his own planet flying in flocks from place to place as they left a trail of ice wherever they went, he wondered where they would go in such a hurry, and thought of the calamity they would bring when they hit any planet, would it be? a great fireworks show to watch, like a certain country, where its inhabitants were robbed in every way possible by its rulers, who did it before the Martian bombing
White was getting ready for a cryogenic sleep of three hundred years as the monotony of his routine began to get sick he had already read all his books that he knew how to speak backwards, he programmed the cryogenic sarcophagus to wake up after three hundred years while lying on it and sleeping slowly.