Here's a snippet of a story I'm writing. This is only the first paragraph, and I've only done three so far. But I decided to give everyone an update. On Saturday I went to the Christa Mcauliffe Space Education Center. We did a five-hour simulation on the Voyager [I ran the Sensors and Scanning Equipment myself] and we chose the hardest possible mission. The only team to ever finish it did so in seventeen hours. We completed half of it in five. Because of this, they're letting us go back and finish it! Also, my father said in the spring I could invite a bunch of my friends to do one of the missions where you actually sleep there in bunks. It'd be so fun! Anyway, here's the story I'm writing from my adventures on the Voyager...




When I first received the letter I hardly expected such an adventure to commence. Instead of just one of the many letters of invite I commonly received, this letter intrigued me. As I read over the summons, I felt the slightest inclination to accept. I had often waited for a high-paying and prestigious mission. But this was hardly as much - it was just another mission upon the USS Voyager to find the lost Federation Ship, the USS Lewis & Clark. It had disappeared only two days ago, and only a few lightyears within what was an unknown black region that was similar to Earth's bermuda triangle. Ships went in, and we got contact, contact, and then they hit that space. And we never heard from them again. Probes were sent out and we had contact, contact, contact, and then they hit the 'black zone'. And we never heard from them again. It was a point of no return. A black space where nobody would ever dare venture. And so this Voyager's mission was to go in, find the Lewis & Clark and return them safely here - or report back on whatever was left of them. So this intriguing note that had only just arrived drew me in, and I decided that this was the mission I had been waiting for. I would accept.