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He sat the box with the fried chicken down and decided to write some mails. One to his mentor, Professor Henriksen, one to his father and one to his best friend, Marius.

Originally he had some rude words for his father, even more angry words, few pleading words… Then he had just one: Bye.

He deleted the mail, and decided to write a suicide note. It would be easier for him that way, he told himself not a pinch believing it. Somewhere behind his stomach he felt a sharp little frizz of malicious glee.

It would not be easier. In fact, this little note would break his father’s heart. It would ruin him, destroy him. And in that moment he wanted it. He wanted to see his father destroyed and broken about his absence…

The ballpen was on the kitchen counter, he ripped out the last site of his thesis and wrote. „I can’t be you. Forgive me.“ He was going to drop the note into his father’s mailbox at the hospital.

His words for Professor Henriksen vanished in thin air. After he was done with the note for his father, he felt tired. Maybe just disappearing was enough, maybe not. He was going to decide later on, he still had time.

He sat down and dug in the rest of his cold dinner, gulped down the last of his warm beer.

Marius called him on his cell. He let it ring, after checking who it was. Marius had planned something for him, a party for his state exam. If not, he was going to ask for money. Probably. „Not in the mood,“ Oscar told the cell. Marius deserved something else, a word or two more. He thought of being sincere, telling him everything. On second thought that was not his brightest idea. Marius was a friend. It made him grin. Marius never knew what a friend was. He was leaning on him, taking and using, like the opportunistic crook that he was. Oscar snorted. „Cheat.“ Marius was a cheat.

He leaned back on his couch, staring at the ceiling, breath fully visible now. The night was going to be icy. The headlights of a car swept through his empty living room. The hard blueish lights made him whimper.

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PART 1 / PART 213.th October 2218; REUTERS, The United Regions Tribune:

“… The NASA – STRIX UNITED Franchise proudly announced, at a specially issued press conference, that  on Thursday, the first manned aircraft successfully circumnavigated Neptune. Using radically new technology, Cp. M. Rains caught up and overtook the fastest cyclone in the solar system, dubbed Scooter…“

Oscar sat in his dark living room and listening to the rain washing the pavement and his window. It was a gentle rain, sad and persistent. His bags were packed. Everything he possessed stored away in cardboard boxes between crumpled up newspapers. The storage space has been paid for five years. 

He was sipping his beer. Last can. The box with Chinese takeout food steamed on the coffee table. A pair of chopsticks beside it, ready to be unpacked and used. Two days to go. He was leaving the city.

It made him swallow hard. He was leaving the continent.

He had an exclusive contract with Strix, he had been hired right from the academy. He was leaving the planet.

This was important. No! It was top secret. He was leaving the inner solar system.

He thought of his thesis, and the disappointment in his father’s eyes. It wasn’t bad, but… He hated what his mentor thought about it. The young offspring of a rich family, all famous doctors. He must have talked to his father about it. The thesis was mediocre, satisfactory at best. Oscar knew that, of course he did. He wrote his thesis in two weeks, his work had been sloppy, lazy and careless. It didn’t seem important.

Another sip from the can. The beer was a bit warmer than he liked it. The liquid washed away the bitterness on his tongue. Replaced it with another kind of bitterness. An easy bitterness, easy to wipe away with fast-food, or cigarettes… Or women, maybe men. And of course, there always was gum.

His breath made little vapor clouds, they were barely visible. He felt the heat rising from his stomach to his cheeks. With one foot he nudged the coffee table aside, he wanted to smash it.

Suddenly he felt so unbelievably hungry.