The Reunion 📡
A short story, by Erik Engström, 2026-05-22
In pitch perfect silence the vessel cut through the vast darkness.
It left no ripples behind. The stars made almost no
reflections upon the hull and the eyes that once had seen its creation had
since long been closed forever.
Had it not been for the marking on one of the wings, then
the name would also have been forgotten.
It was a generational spaceship, assumed to be the last of
its kind. Where the crew was born, where they lived and where they died.
Every person onboard had their allotted number of resources.
There was an equilibrium of sorts were nothing went to waste and everything was
recycled somehow.
The food was distributed through a simple algorithm,
invented before anyone currently living in the ship had been born. They
sometimes referred to that era as the old days.
In the evenings the older generations would tell the young ones
stories of the old days, as their predecessors in turn had told them the
stories throughout the millennia.
One of the most popular stories spoke of a red planet. With
dense forests in which the flora reached high, gatherings of clear water, tall
mountains and large deserts with caves.
The young ones would look at the person telling this origin
story as if they were enthralled. They had heard it a hundred times by now, knew
it by heart even, and who knows how many times the story had been repeated.
Everyone knew the end of the story, for it was also the
beginning. It carried a grave message. The destruction of the planet, weapons
that generated the energy of a small star, the lingering radiation and the end
of all that was good. Trees being atomized, lakes turned to steam and later
into pure plasma and volcanic stones covering the surface. The once colorful
dot in space was now a quiet graveyard with few traces of civilisation, as
desolate as its celestial neighbors.
This extinction event did not put a full stop to civilisation,
but it marked a new beginning for the select few that boarded the last of two
ships that had managed to escape the planet. The first ship boarded was
destined for a nearby planet, but for a long time it was believed to have been
lost when communication ceased. The second ship took their chances in other
regions of space, in search for a habitable planet.
Months without communication passed at first, then the years and eventually generations. A few attempts had been made to send out scouts. Vehicles harnessing the power of light made desperate patrols as long as the fuel lasted, but they always returned unsuccessful, if they returned at all.
Countless generations had passed when strange signals first reached the remaining generational ship. Electromagnetic waves, both long and short, barely noticeable at first. Rhythmic and to some degree resembling a pattern.
A few generations later a strange object had been caught by
the advanced sensors. What looked like an unmanned spaceship was traveling
through space and a golden disk that it carried was brought aboard after the
vehicle was slowed down using a spacetime reverser. The crew aboard the ship
knew they had found the traces of the descendants of the lost twin ship.
It was only some time later that the dark ship carved an
elliptic path towards the blue, green and white planet. The resources would
finally let them be free from their casket. They had also learned to decode the
electromagnetic signals over the years. A simple, almost barbaric, method of
communication but it was clear that they communicated with the ship now.
After simple decoding, enhancement and translation, the
message simply read "Welcome to Earth".