Letter From The Editor - Issue 56 - April 2017

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The Sound of Distant Thunder
    by Mike Barretta

The Sound of Distant Thunder
Artwork by Andres Mossa

Diallo brushed himself clean of gray de-fabricator dust outside the kitchen door. The dust coated his clothes and collected in the sweaty creases of his skin, and if he didn't clean himself well enough before coming inside his mother would anger. He entered his home, pausing long enough to kiss his mother's cheek as she prepared dinner. Upstairs, in his bedroom, he retrieved the Tutor, his most valued possession, from the sunny spot on his desk.

The Tutor was a window onto the world and it was a found object, discovered in one of the 120 cubic yard containers of electronic junk his father purchased as feed stock for his business.

The Tutor woke at his touch and its silver surface shimmered like oil on water.

"Good afternoon," said the Tutor.

"Good afternoon," said Diallo.

The Tutor asked many questions and provided few unearned answers. It taught him philosophies and equations, generated a hologram instructor to teach him stick fighting, filled his room with images of this world and the ones around Eridani, Tau Ceti, and a place with only numbers to describe it. He enjoyed the pictures of faraway places though sometimes he had a hard time deciding which was stranger, the eerie fog forests of Eridani or the crystal towers of New York City.

"What is my destiny?" asked Diallo.

He could have a good life carrying on his father's business, but smashing circuit boards into a de-fabricator held little appeal. He wanted more than to prosper and come home covered in gray dust.

"Destiny," said the Tutor "is a pre-ordained future. From what I know, there is no pre-ordained future. Perhaps, there is an optimal path for an individual to follow, but there are too many factors to calculate. Let me ask you a question: What do you choose for your destiny?"

Diallo sat down and thought. "I want to see more. I want to be the first. I want to be brave."

"Good answers," said the Tutor. "Attendance at a university or emigration to a country with greater opportunities are avenues for achievement, but both are expensive and arduous."

"What am I to do?" asked Diallo.

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