Lost in space

Boing­Bo­ing hat einen Wett­be­werb um eine 100-Wör­ter-Kür­zest­ge­schich­te zum The­ma „Lost in space“. Hier mein Ein­trag:

Com­mu­ni­ca­ti­on is slow in space. Years after the event, the fast-fading light of the explo­si­on rea­ched the ship. Com­mu­ni­ca­ti­on stopped.

Some of them had beco­me bla­sé about this pos­si­bi­li­ty. Are you still an earth­ling, even if your grand­par­ents never set foot on the pla­net? But now they felt lost.

The voting in the stee­ring com­mit­tee was unani­mously. Slow­ly, ever so slow­ly, the behe­mo­th tur­ned around. A new com­mit­ment fil­led the halls and val­leys of the arc ship. Inves­ti­ga­ti­on, and, if pos­si­ble, reven­ge, that was their hope now.

Almost thir­ty years later, Lucy, then a todd­ler, now cap­tain-at-lar­ge, announ­ced their mistake.