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"CG...please...you don't have to tell me," Marie softly assured the young inventor.

"I don't mind," CG responded, rather dull and sullen.

"You see...my own mother was a scientist, too. A very bright one at that. She helped everybody with everything. And then...then...one day, she got a special assignment. There was a powerful energy source located a short distance from the planet, With her ingenuity, she made a powerful spacecraft to not only travel and examine the source, but to also possibly capture the energy. She wanted to give it to the people who desperately needed power for their everyday lives. As she approached the energy source, she seemed to simply just blip out of existence. The signals she was sending back from her ship just simply vanished without a trace...gone." CG proceeded to look down on the ground, and fall onto his bottom. He hugged his knees close to his chest. Marie, concerned, walked over to CG and sat next to him.

"Are you certain of that...?" Marie inquired.

"Eventually, when I got older and smarter myself, I started making my own space-related technologies. My space suit, a suitable craft...I headed out to look. Same region and everything. I looked, and looked...I even got into my suit, and looked personally for anything. But no. Nothing...absolutely nothing. They were right."

"She was just gone...and all I could do was just cry and cry," CG whimpered out. Marie, getting caught up in the moment, embraced CG.

"She was just gone..."

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Hey all, Gent here.
I doodled a picture in a stream, and made it pretty~
Tis a sad Space CG. At the moment where he was looking for signs of anything relating to his mother.
Needless to say, he found nothing. ):

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Maybe, somewhere else, where it rains a little pattering rhythm and the skies are deep and blue, she’s having a nice cup of tea.