Tomorrow

I often wondered of the thoughts and emotions that ran through the minds and hearts of those first explorers to venture off of their home planet. What a rush it must have been, escaping the bonds of your mother world and losing yourself in the vast cosmos. To vault yourself deep into the open sky where asteroids flit between sleeping stars. The dreams and aspirations of an entire species looking ever-upwards, contained in a handful of individuals. The weight of responsibility – the fear of failure – must have been unimaginable.

So I thought as I gazed out of the porthole towards a distant blue dot. A faint gust of air brushed against my cheek, followed by a gentle hiss and a distinct sense of ozone. The oxygen scrubbers were on the fritz again. I’d have to dream another time.

I propelled myself out of bed and guided myself through the living quarters, launching between the hand holds and suspension beams lining the ship’s halls. I passed by the ship’s old science labs, long-since re-purposed as a hydroponics lab and secondary living quarters. A shuddering cough came from one of the bunks. I continued on through the central hub to the mess hall, where I found most of the ship’s passengers eating in somber silence. The downcast eyes gazed tired and haggard while bony hands fumbled at the airtight seals protecting the meager rations that remained. And yet despite this, a smile tugged at my lips. These people, surrounded by cold steel and artificial food in a vast empty void, sat in small close circles as our ancient ancestors once sat in groups around a fire. These were still people, and they still held hope in their hearts.

I floated towards a group of people who were once familiar to me, but were now so emaciated that I could hardly recognize them as human.

“Do you know where my father is?” I asked. Several of the heads shook, but one looked up at me.

“He is in the bridge,” the wretch replied. I bowed my head, then kicked off towards the heart of the ship. I passed a secure doorway – the airlock – the locks of which had long since been disabled. Fortunately for my father, none of these people had the strength, the will, or the arrogance to mutiny.

The bridge soon spread out before me, a wall of lights, switches, consoles, buttons, monitors, joysticks, levers, and dials, each of which seemed to flash and buzz a distinct tone, light, or rhythm. It was a dizzying sight that was only amplified by my hunger. Arms extended from behind several seats facing the front viewport. The beeps and clicks of the controls were the only noises to break the monotony of the ship’s ambient hum.

“Father?” I asked, cautiously drawing towards the seats. One of the arms froze in mid-air, then continued after a brief moment.

“Yes Aria?” Came a voice, heavy with determination and exhaustion.

“How far?” I asked.

“Not far.” He said.

“Tomorrow?”

There was a delay. “Tomorrow,” came his reply, and I ducked out of the room, content for the day. I floated back past the airlock but paused, keeping out of sight but within hearing range.

“You should not lie to her,” came the voice of the co-captain. I heard my father chuckle, and I could not help but smile again. This was our nightly ritual – I asked him when we would arrive, and he would always tell me ’tomorrow.’ It was how we stayed optimistic, how we stayed motivated, how we smiled through the food shortages and life support failures and months of drinking recycled water, breathing recycled air, and eating recycled food. No matter how grim today seemed, tomorrow always promised new blessings, new opportunities, and new adventures. We always remained hopeful that tomorrow would be the day of our salvation, the day that we finally set foot back on our homeworld. The day that we returned to Earth.

I had just enough strength to drift into bed. Before succumbing to sleep, I turned to look out the viewport once again. The pale blue dot seemed so close, so utterly and tantalizingly close. Although it was still many millions of miles away, each day brought us closer yet. Soon – tomorrow – we would return home.