Anno Domini 3033

News Release

2/26/2021

No other discovery in the history of mankind compares to what was found on Mars by the Perseverance Rover on February 18, 2021. Nothing compares because it was the first and only time that mankind recovered an artifact from the future. It has changed the way we perceive reality and our destiny.

NASA began to immediately analyze the object with every available scientific tool the Perseverance Rover possessed and sent pictures back from multiple angles as the robotic arms carefully lifted it to reveal each side. Analysis confirmed the object to be man-made, a container with a removable lid. The next step was to try and open it. We succeeded and what we found was beyond our wildest dreams.

The container held a journal written by a 12 year old boy from the year A.D. 3033. The journal pages are being photographed and transmitted back to earth. While some images were not legible and will need to be taken again and resent, the first few pages that were received reveal that time travel must be possible. From this document, we know that the human race will survive and travel the stars like we now travel our own planet, from one side to the other in a day.

What we still do not know is how the container traveled through time and space to reach Mars. We do not know the mechanism of time travel. With only portions of the journal currently available, our hope is that further insights will reveal themselves as more is documented and transmitted back to earth.

This will be the first release, two days of entries. More will be released soon. You now have the future before you. Read it with awe and care.

Anthony Slesinger

Rover Project Manager

NASA, Jet Propulsion Lab

Pasadena, California

2/26/2021

August 17th, Anno Domini 3033

Father called my name early this morning. He called me to the bridge. When I got there, out the bow windows, I could see a white ship floating against the backdrop of space. We were at a dead stop and hovering close enough to read the fleet lettering, “Winpire Industries.” And under that were the words, “Search, Salvage and Mining.”

The ship looked abandoned. Zero signs of life as it floated there. Father tried to hail them on several frequencies and even flashed the exterior lights in code. No response. At the time he said we may be in for trouble, but there was some hope in his voice that a mining vessel might have the proper medical equipment and medicine on board to treat the virus. They spent years in space harvesting resources from unknown planets. These were the things I heard my father mutter as he thought out loud.

Father then pulled the Symbiot up to their docking bay and put on his gear. He told me to take the controls and be ready to leave if he did not come back or if I saw any sign of trouble.

As I waited for him to return, I remember that my hands got sweaty and stuck to the arms of the captains chair. Then I saw him through the porthole. He was on the inside of the salvage ship. I stared in disbelief as another face appeared through the glass, and then another. At first I didn’t know if he was in trouble. But then he gave a thumbs up followed by his index finger, as if to say, just a moment.

Before I knew it he was back. He was smiling and told me to get my little brother. He told us that the ship had a crew of five and that they were willing to help us. There were some vaccines on board and we could look for a cure.

I am back now. We have been on board the salvage ship for some time. My father located some medicine that he believes will kill the virus. Mom will try it first to see if it works and if there are any side effects. If all goes well my other brother, Jerez, will be brought out of the cryogenic chamber and treated.

I am overwhelmed by the perfect timing of this ship in our path. My father grinned and his eyes opened wide as he explained this to mom and me. The chances of this happening were like 100 billion to 1. It was a complete impossibility for us to be running into each other like this in space. And not only crossing each other's path, but crossing each other's path with the solution to an immense problem. They had the medicine we needed. It would be like a raft running into a rescue freighter in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, except space is an infinite number of oceans. Father had words for what this used to be called before the Oppression.

My mother has taken the medicine and father will watch over her tonight. Tomorrow will show us the results.

August 18th, Anno Domini 3033

Mother is much better this morning. She smiled and gave me a hug. I have missed her. My brother is next. I don’t think I will ever wish that he isn’t around again, no matter how much he bothers me. I thanked my Father.

I quietly slipped away from my parents and the other crew so I could explore their ship. It’s enormous. There is a storage bay that has all kinds of scrap metal, broken down ships, droids, and a workshop. One craft had a cracked window on the bridge and holes through the bow from an attack. It almost seemed to me that there was still a hint of that smell in the air from lasers burning metal.

I climbed up on it and made my way to the bridge with my light set to dim. I thought I saw people but it was just a few uniforms hanging in the corner. Other suits were used and torn and thrown about. I counted five suits and then goose bumps were all over my arms. My mind playing tricks on me, I thought I saw something move in the corner. Looking closer, there was a trunk filled with precious metals, and currencies. I recognized gold, some silver stamped with 1 troy ounce... $20,000 in digital currency from the Outpost. I need to tell my father about this, but he will be angry I was sneaking around without permission.

I am back on our ship, the Symbiot. I have crawled up into the small space in my wall and ceiling where I created a hideaway with a blanket and pillows. I like it in here. I can turn off the lights and listen to my music or write in this little black book, my Moleskine.

I better take a few minutes to read my studies in ancient literature. I have been neglecting it. Sometimes I just read and read and feel so alive and amazed by our history, the earth that we left, and all the peoples and nations that existed there. I wonder if we will ever be able to go back again.

I fell asleep reading and was just woken up by yelling coming from somewhere down the long wiring duct in the ceiling above me. Sounds like the voices of the crew from the other ship. I’m going to open it up and crawl through to see if I can take a look.

I am alone.

I am only writing this because I can’t think of anything else to do… I need to document what just happened. If I don’t make it, maybe someone will find this journal and save them. I was able to crawl down there and barely see their faces through a grate overlooking the bridge. They were yelling and cursing at my father, demanding that he tell them where I was.

They talked about Murer, a planet, a station, to sell off my family… slave trade…

One of them is about six foot and has a beard, black hair, a dark spot on his right cheek.

The other was called Ortton, a crooked nose, blond hair, about a foot shorter. Another is smaller still, round face, dark hair and splotchy beard, he is missing front teeth… I can’t remember much of the other two...

They grabbed my parents and my two brothers and dragged them off the bridge. They have taken our supplies and… our fuel… They were talking about killing the crew of the other ship weeks ago. They started to shoot up the bridge which started a fire. I climbed down out of my hideaway to do something, anything, use my fathers weapon… but it was too late.

My father showed me that there was a way to seal this area off and let it go, if it meant the rest of the ship could be saved. I did that. I closed it down, sealed the exit and sent it off into space. I watched it burn for a while until there was no more oxygen. It floated away in silence and smoke.

The lights on the Symbiot are still flashing on and off. System failure alarms are going off. There might have been an atmosphere leak, I don’t know.

This is my last idea, my only hope. I am now sitting outside on the port aft of the Symbiot.

I am putting this journal in the detron container and pushing it out into space. I hope that one of the deep space probes will detect it and bring this record of all that has happened; our journey, my fathers work, my family being held hostage, to authorities that can find me or my family.

I can not explain what I am feeling.

Has life been meaningless and devoid of any purpose… are we just chaff in the wind… creating our own value untethered to any absolute truths… vanity of vanities...

Cole out.