There was a package for me at my work station. The datastick inside is a very old model, probably in use around a century or two ago. It's completely obsolete; none of the equipment here can run it. If it wasn't for the return address I'd have thought(more) it was a prank. That guy doesn't do jokes, especially not concerning Project Earth.
Well... Guess I have to take it down to Archive Excavation.
The folks down at AE said it might be a few days - looks like it's too old even for their analyzers. I promised I'd buy them all a round of authentic spirits when it's done, as thanks.
Whatever it is, it better be good. Real alcohol doesn't come cheap these days, if ever.
Also, saw Mari again.
Still nothing. Apparently the higher-ups have a bigger assignment for them, so my personal project's on the backburner. Probably something to do with Project Earth; the top brass are interested, despite what they say in council.
They gave me a private lab to ascertain the location of Earth. Finally!
Making slower progress than I thought. It's somewhat frustrating; Earth's existence is... uncertain, at best. Not sure what I'm doing anymore.
Wonder if Mari would like to go out and grab a bite sometime.
Mari said yes. Will be meeting her shortly.
AE defragged the datastick. The data is simply incredible.
Not sure if I believe it yet, but... could be proof of Earth's existence, at least at some point in the past. The implications for system-wide history are staggering. The vid itself is also impressive; surprised the tech of 100 years ago could be so beautiful. Never thought the sky could look so blue. Sad to relinquish copy to AE by command.(less)
Blue sky, if only. The horizon exploded before me in grey and white. Rain poured down with a frenzy. Was that sleet or hail falling onto the pavement as I walked, littering the concrete and grass with beads of white?
(more) I felt a chill in the air and pulled my coat closer to my body. I withdrew my hands so any passerby would think I was hands-less. My beanie kept my head warm and I clutched onto the cold plastic of the umbrella handle, the only thing keeping me sheltered from the torrential downpour.(less)