90 Minutes Above the Earth

This is an antiquated plain-text file wedged lost and tagless for years in the memory banks of the main computer, estimated to be written way back in the mid 2100's. It is a diary of a lonely young man orbiting the moldering ball that is the Earth, himself alone and awake among the Dreamers.I don't normally keep a diary but the thoughts of her that plague my mind must find some outlet. I need a confidant - all the better that you are mute, I don't need sounds of affirmation or opinion, and perhaps sharing my thoughts will lessen this aching loneliness.They took my life a month ago and left my soul an empty husk. I sit in my cubical, the rattle and gurgle of pipes driving me slowly insane. Although I am but a shadow of what the man I once was, a glimmer of hope has sparked some life into my pitiful existence.Her.