There is definitely a risk in sending letters. I know that. However, there is more of a risk in trying to visit you or send a holo-message. Then I’d get caught for sure. Holograms always pass through the Big Villa, and they would watch it before you even knew I had tried to contact you, my long-lost cousin. Let me tell you one thing right now: Do not try to reply to me.
I wish I could say that life in space is great, but it is far from that. Everyone is becoming restless and sick of being stuck at the space station. Honestly, I am starting to wish that Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandpa never left Earth, even in the state it was in. I should probably stop this first letter now, just to make sure you get it and I don’t reveal too much…
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I have waited several weeks to write again for a couple of reasons. First of all, I wanted to make sure you got my letter, though I can only hope you did, but I assume you got it since I haven’t gotten in trouble for unauthorized communication to the colonies on Planet 236. Second, resources are scarce, including paper, so I had to add it to my ration request list and then I had to wait for Headquarters to accept. They probably think I am using it for my experiments.
I really wish I could live in your colony with you, on solid ground with life and weather and open space, even though we don’t know each other. It makes me mad that I was named Storm, a weather pattern that I have never experienced.
But enough talk about myself. The real reason I am writing is to warn you. I only just found this out myself, but Headquarters is planning to “help the space station for the better.” Whatever that means. But I have done a bit of eavesdropping and there seems to be something wrong. I have a feeling that all of the strange actions of Headquarters are leading up to something. Also, our captain has cut our rations and said that we also need to cut the rations of the colonies. Permanently. I don’t know when they will stop sending food, but you may have noticed that you are not getting any new textiles. That is not an accident. So my best advice is to leave your colony with any of your trusted friends and with the necessary supplies. You will have to learn to fend for yourself on Planet 236. Good luck.
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I will try.