Zero Ground

(short story)

Introduction
“Are you already here, my young traveler?
Let me be the first to ask you the question.
Everyone has a dream. This is true, right?
The girl in a yellow dress wants to be a doctor.
The man in a strict suit wants to get rich.
That blind man dreams at least once to see his family, and you?
What are you dreaming about, Hoshi? “

I was nine years old when I saw this dream for the last time. A girl in a dark blue long dress sat on a throne soaring up in outer space. Her face was not visible, but her voice was heard distinctly. Every time she greeted me the same way, “Are you already here, my young traveler? “ Every time she pronounced the phrase I had learned long ago, “Let me be the first to ask you a question.” But every time she asked me other different questions that I never had time to answer. The sleep ended and I woke up.

I was nine years old, when I saw this dream for the last time. A girl in a dark blue long dress sat on a throne soaring up in outer space asking me, “What are you dreaming about, Hoshi?” Once again I could not answer her question. I just didn’t know what to say to her. Then I didn’t even know what dreams meant at all. She smiled at me and said, “Don’t hurry up to answer me, wait a bit, dear Hoshi. We will definitely meet and then you will tell me about your dream.”

I was nine years old when I saw this dream for the last time. The question that the girl asked me woke up with a warm wee fire in my heart. I wanted to have a dream. A Dig Dream! But I didn’t know how to find it.

I was nine years old when I saw this dream for the last time. I woke up with a warm wee fire in my chest. I breathed out…held my breath for a minute…my eyes suddenly shone with a million sparkling stars…and I cheerfully smiled, “I got a dream!” It was something new for me. The dream seemed fantastically fascinating to me!

I was nine years old when I saw this dream for the last time. I woke up with a warm wee fire in my chest, but my dream suddenly got blurred and disappeared. I failed to fix it…But I knew that I had someone who would help me. My Grandpa.

We lived together in the 13th Galaxy of the Constellation Ophiuchus. This galaxy was considered young. It was created by the founders of the 12 Great Zodiac Galaxies more than 1,000 years ago. All those who could not find their place in large and small galaxies lived here. Those, who were considered outcasts at home… Those, whose families didn’t recognize them because their races were mixed. My family was accepted there…a family consisting of an old robot and a human child.

I was nine years old when I saw this dream for the last time. I ran out of the house at night and rushed to our gorgeous garden. Grandpa never slept and I knew where to find him. He sat in an old arbor and looked at splendid space flowers.

“Why aren’t you sleeping, Hoshi?” He looked at me. His eyes burned faintly yellow.

“I want to ask you something, Grandpa.”

“Can’t you wait until the morning?”

“No! Right here,” I pressed my palm to my chest, “right here something tells me to ask you it now.”

“Well if it is so you can ask. I am all ears,” Granddad smiled with the corners of his lips.

“Grandpa, what are the dreams?”

“Dreams?” He scratched his metal chin, “Dreams are what you want the most. That is something that seems completely infeasible. What warms you here, just from the thought of it,” he put his right hand on the top of the left hand. In a while, both his hands were put on my chest.

“Will I have a dream too?”

“Of course it will flash in your heart. Everyone has a dream.”

“And you? Do you have at least one?

“Surely, I have. I dream that you would have many friends.”

. . .

The next two years Grandpa often broke down. I repaired him the way he taught me.

I was 11 years old when I saw a dim yellow light emanating from grandfather’s eyes. Grandpa Althron’s heart got crashed. I could no longer fix it.”

To be continued…

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