Do we have a choice?

[Tovan 0]

Lt Tovan

some spice grower guy

day 602

 

 

 

::Tovan lifts up a spoonful of tomato spice soup and stared at it for a long minute. He looked in to the green and brown pieces of earthen spice that are surrounded by red liquids of tomato soup, Tovan stared at it, wondering, remembering that day, 365 days ago.::

 

::Tovan imagined. That day aboard Manticore, Engineers and scientists Stationed. That day aboard That ship which was called his home. That day....when an Engineer losted his life. Tovan remembered that day, but he did not know why it happened, He felt lost in his thoughts::

 

I wasn't there....I didn't know......What did happened aboard Manticore that day? I don't know...

 

::Tovan is haunted by memories regarding miscalculations, disasters.....He knew them all too well. A death of an Engineer? That thought is with him also::

 

The lost of this core....

 

::Tovan's thoughts trails off from engineering as he swallowed that spoonful of soup slowly.....::

 

It has come to my attention...The Choice...to stay or not to stay. Others in the camp desires to stay here, others do not. Do i want to stay? Now, I am unsure if i wish to stay. I...I....I just don't know.... Life has been good on this planet.

 

There are soil which we can grow fresh food and get in touch with nature there is no pollutants of any sort and here, true silence is found.

 

::Tovan referes his peaceful meditations over the last 500 days.::

 

Perhaps the decision will not be required to decide .... for now....

 

::Tovan places another spoonful of soup in his mouth::

 

Mr. Lego... may you rest in peace.