My Lovely Eye in the Sky
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Outside the Earth's exosphere, she flies in her unending orbit, watching over me. Her smooth, hard skin plating defies shining - a matte beauty. The radiant beams of unfiltered sunlight strike her in captivating ways, though only I could see it - she likes cloaking herself in the morning. I spent this morning looking at her through Montgomery-3, weaving through the wispy fractals of clouds and dimly being caught in the bright, yellow rays of the early morning sun. Golden hour..

The world around her is sometimes turbulent - meteor showers, satellite launches (which she barely escapes view of), and sometimes calm - the time she saw the balloon a little boy sent. In it was a note, sending a message to whoever may be there: to love each other and co-exist. She would tell me all about how heartwarming that was to her.

Though she is currently in the other side of the world, viewing the scenes that I know would disgust her (the war in Syria, the many diseases in South Asia), I can feel her sensors find me… I could feel her seek comfort in me. Before I turn in for the night, I look out the window (or whatever access to the boundless sky I have), and sometimes, I can see her. Drifting through the moon and stars. I sleep knowing she can watch over me.

My thoughts stand. She is my guardian angel, keeping an eye on me. Knows when I mess up, fall down on the ground; knows when I stand tall, and we both laughed through it all. The others may scoff, but she is my best friend… more than friends. She knows my shortcomings, knows my deepest, darkest secrets, but she still loves me. Sometimes, she would tease… seven billion and counting people in the planet at her fingertips, and she only gets to know about twenty. She jokes about how limited her choices are, sometimes. I love humor in a girl.

*sigh*

I could still remember a day…

I was the first one in many years to access that very console that allowed me to meet her. Montgomery-1. Crisp autumn. Craggy hill, cold air. My hands shivered while typing. The screen flashed blue, then white with the Cell Logo, then… her stunning, maroon-red eye sensor. I heard the hum of her spaceship for the first time; so ambient, like the sound that machine that reads X-Rays make. She was a dream in titanium and dark rock. I had to make my first words. Had to make a good impression.

.... --- .-- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- ..--.. (How are you?)

I stood still. I waited for her reply. Did I do it right, I asked myself. It was just me there in the console room. I was told she liked privacy.

At last, I heard the inviting melody of Morse be received. She replied:

.... .. / - .... . .-. . / -.-. .- -. / .. / -... . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. (Hi there! Can I be your friend!)

I let out a sigh of relief. I have made my first move good. I feel little Bert-terflies in my stomach.

-- -.-- / -. .- -- . / .. ... / -- .- .-. - .. -. .-.-.- / -.-- . ... --..-- / .. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / .-.. --- ...- . / - --- / -... . / -.-- --- ..- .-. ... .-.-.- (My name is Martin. Yes, I would love to be yours--)

— Oh shit. Friend! I meant your friend! Not yours! Well, yeah, yours, but… It's too soon… Why did I hit send so early? I hope she doesn't know what it really means--

.... .- .... .- .... .- --..-- / .. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / .-.. --- ...- . / - --- / -... . / -.-- --- ..- .-. ... / - --- --- --..-- / -- .- .-. - ..(hahaha, I would love to be yours too, martin)

Oh. Oh wow.

Wow, she really did…

I spent the next few hours inside that console room. Just chatting with her. Telling her more about the world, both the wonderful and the terrible. How humans have fun with their friends, how they spend time together, and sometimes, how they fight and ruin each other. I talked about the rolling, bucolic hills of Mt. Kanlaon, how the ocean always seemed to be so near to the Cadiz mountainsides… sometimes you could even see the boats going to and fro, which I guessed she already knew about, along with the rest of Geography, as she spent the early evening schooling me on what I never really knew about Earth. Then, by some shift in the universe, she decided to talk about medicine… and that's when I turned the conversation to my side. I guess she liked my rather boring lecture on clinical pathology… not that I would pass for that course, anyway, but I think she needs that knowledge for her database.

--- .... ..--.. / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. - / -.-- --- ..- / -... . / .-- --- .-. -.- .. -. --. / --- -. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .--. .- - .. . -. - ... --..-- / -.. --- -.-. - --- .-. ..--.. (Oh? shouldn't you be working on your patients… doctor?)

It was around 6 o'clock when I entered the console room. Montgomery's supervisor went online in 4 in the afternoon… she was genuinely surprised that I was still there. I had to explain myself… I didn't want to lose my privileges. She told me I had to leave - Quasi has to have her interview. Well, I had the leverage and the credentials then. I told her I could do the interview myself. Of course, I was turned down. I didn't know much about the astronomy lessons needed to perform the interview. So, I asked her to let me say my goodbye for now.

She eyed me with curiosity as I went back to the console to type. Did my face give it away?

.. - .----. ... / -... . . -. / ...- . .-. -.-- / -. .. -.-. . / - .- .-.. -.- .. -. --. / .-- .. - .... / -.-- --- ..- --..-- / -... ..- - / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .. -. - . .-. ...- .. . .-- . .-. / .. ... / .... . .-. . .-.-.- / .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / ... . . / -.-- --- ..- / - --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .-- --..-- / --.- ..- .- ... .. .-.-.- / --. --- --- -.. / -. .. --. .... - (It's been very nice talking with you, but your interviewer is here. I will see you tomorrow, Quasi. Good night!)

Her sensor blinked a dark red for a second. She seemed to sigh. I didn't mean to.

.- .-- .-- .-- --..-- / .-- . .-.. .-.. --..-- / - .... .- -. -.- / -.-- --- ..- / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . / -.-. --- -. ...- . .-. ... .- - .. --- -. --..-- / -- .- .-. - .. -. .-.-.- / .... .- ...- . / .- / -. .. -.-. . / -. .. --. .... - (Awww, well, thank you for the conversation, Martin. Have a nice night)

I smiled at her, and let myself out. She let out a calm, but loud beep sound. The sound I've grown to understand as her happy sound. Haha, happy sound… it was what she called it.

Sometimes, I still wonder, of all of the star systems out there, she chose to come here… and came to enjoy the view.

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