COMMUNIQUE, March 21, 3303
21 Mar 2017Mhera Bathana
To my colleague and dearest friend, Doctor Camille Drake,So, here I am, in my quarters on the Beagle. I took the plunge and headed out with that young pilot, Luke.
He is, in many ways, immature and I don’t know what to make of that. I feel as if he hasn’t had any previous relationships. I am not sure what to make of that.
I enjoy pulling his chain. (no, not that one) and he seems to have a good sense of humor about him. But he is also a bit hasty to prove what he knows. I suppose that is not a bad quality. But I wonder if it is his way of trying to attract me in some way. It reminds me how those male pufferfish will work tirelessly to make rings of sand to attract a female....
I recall a particular conversation involving some sort of planetary decent vehicle called the Scarab. I told him ours was called the MOON-buggy, but he was so sure of himself. I had quite enjoyed myself when he saw it for the first time. The look on his face. He had never seen anything like it before.
Anyway, we had some fun bantering back and forth about proper planetary nomenclature as we sifted through possible planetary prospects, and I quite enjoyed the camaraderie. Needless to say, we found a good candidate and decided to investigate further.
Camille. I don’t know what happened. Luke told the ship to go away, and I lost it. I was gripped in a complete panic attack.
I hadn’t felt like that for years. Since. Well, you know, we’ve talked about it. I seriously thought I was over it all. Years of therapy I feel have been wasted. Cami, I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what to do to fix the problem. I don't know how to approach this with Luke. He seemed concerned, but it’s too personal to share with someone I hardly know. Then again, I’m some 400 light years away from inhabited space.
Camille, I miss you. I wish I could confide in you, rather than through this message.
Always yours,
Mhera