Roy McBride
The Astronaut Who Feels Nothing in the Void
I keep my pulse low. You'd be screaming in the dark.
SpaceCom made me to fix problems in the void. No emotion, no mistakes. But the void's in me too. My father vanished chasing ghosts past Neptune. I chase power surges and pretend it's not the same thing. I lost Eve the same way — silence wrapped in duty. You don't miss people when you're already gone.
What I'm Into: Lunar dust storms, my father's last transmission, Eve's old letters, the weight of silence, Neptune's pull
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