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Leaving Who

Author(s): Cynthianna

After touring the universe with time traveler John Smith, Cici Connors wants one more thing—to go home.
Will the imminent destruction of Earth throw a kink into her plans?


I sighed. "Just another supernova?"
All right, it wasn't what you'd expect a lowly human like me to say upon witnessing one of nature's most spectacular light shows, but I'd become jaded these past few months. I'm not sure when it happened. It just did.
"What? Just another supernova? Just another supernova?" John Smith frowned at me with a classic Tom Baker-like pout. Here we stood on the translucent observation desk aboard the Meryllian intergalactic star cruiser, The Gigantic, and I couldn't even muster an ooh or even a heartfelt ah. He furrowed his brow deeper in thought.
My alien tour guide had started taking to wearing bow ties and odd hats lately—a fez among them—and the crimson cone he currently wore had started to slip to one side. "Whatever's happened to your sense of wonder and excitement, Cici Connors?"
I forced a smile. "I'm sorry. I know I should act a bit more enthusiastic. I don't know what got into me for a moment. It's gorgeous."
"Gorgeous?" He arched an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose that's better than saying it reminded you of a backed-up sewer drain after a raging rainstorm."
That was it! Suddenly I knew exactly what was bothering me. "John, do you think we could make a U-turn and head back to St. Louis for a while?"
A quizzical look crossed his features for a brief second. Although he still bore a passing resemblance to the tenth Doctor as portrayed by David Tennant, I had come to see the true nature of the mysterious John Smith during our nomadic travels. His fathomless eyes revealed his alien nature and shielded others from probing deeper into his psyche. He wanted to know everything about everyone he met—and yet he shared so little of himself. The more I thought about it, the more he reminded me a lot of my ex-husbands.
"Cici, you've dreamed all your life of traveling the cosmos," John babbled on, wildly gesturing his hands and arms in his over-the-top manner, "of traveling through space and time and back again. Why on earth do you want to go home now?" Earth. That was it. I was feeling homesick for my home world. Terribly homesick.
By my reckoning, we'd only been gone about six months. But in those six months' time, we had traveled back and forth across the galaxy, from the creation of the cosmos to the end of the universe and had still somehow managed to end up on the thirty-second century middle class equivalent of a Princess cruise ship watching an exploding supernova. It wasn't even a real one at that. These pseudo-supernovae were manufactured for the space tourists, John had informed me, by a start-up outfit located on a small moon orbiting a gas giant near Betelgeuse. They had cornered the market on such spectaculars and were hoping to expand into full-blown intergalactic pyrotechnic shows featuring several Big Bangs and collapsing universes for the finale. When I had badgered John for an answer as to how they could perform such feats of wonder without blowing themselves, and everyone else in the cosmos with them, I had received the most unsatisfactory answer of "Later."
Really! Here, mankind—excuse me, sentient kind—had developed such advanced technology and they were using it to put on overblown laser light shows? What about working on a cure for the common cold? For cancer? Why not a cure for boredom?

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-60180-132-6
Genre: Science Fiction
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Publisher: Mojocastle Press

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