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Enough is enough, the decision is made: I will reach Saturn. I leave Earth without any regrets.
The rocket is ready; engines roaring, clear mind and a swift takeoff. Stoner propulsion pins me to the onboard seat; the ship travels confidently, arrogantly and thunderously through wandering meteor showers and debris of extinct planets.
The heart is steady, gravity is zero, computers are aligned and the gears are well oiled by electric hydrogen guitar chords and a precise and lubricated rhythm section. The planet's rings are now in sight.
Landing. Desert landscape and harsh electronic winds take my breath away. With a stentorian voice, I try to record my impressions on the black box. Everything works perfectly on board, the time dilation and the relief for the destination now reached should lift my spirit.
But it is not so.
I was not alone on the spaceship: my ghosts came with me.
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