One atom remembered.

  One of the billions of atoms that were stripped apart from Sir Rupert Vronesberg remembered its vowes. Its history. Its lifetime. And it continued to drift across the universe until it rested on a planet known by its locals as ?. The people on the planet looked almost identical to men and women of Earth. but they were completely different.

  As two ?-ians were fornicating in bed on a Saturday evening, the atom intruded on this process and inserted itself in the female's womb.

  Many years later, that atom would grow into a cell, then a zygote, then a child. And that child was named ü0ū.

  "Mrs. Z?0. Your son ü0ū has a gift. He has memorized every star on our perceivable galaxy." Says Mr. Hg?, ü0ū's childhood teacher.

  "Oh my! That's about 7 gurgillion stars!" She gasped.

  "That is true, Mrs. Z?0. And for this reason," he continued, "N?ê wants to hire him. For space travel."

  "Oh, but he is only seven! How could it be!"

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  "His mind is much larger than his age, Misses!" He chuckles. "I fear that head of his could not contain that expansive mind! He must be sent to space!"

  "Then, by all means. I will pay all the expenses!"

  "No expenses, Misses. On the contrary, you will be paid very handsomely. You and your son. You must only sign the contract."

  "By all means!" She cries, as she is handed a piece of paper. She grabs the paper and swallows it whole. And then she shits it back out immediately. The teacher rolls the paper up and tucks it beneath his lower cheekbones.

  Just like that. Rupert was on a rocket ship heading into outer space. He was soaring the stars, seeking solace and satiety in space.

  But then he realized. He saw a memory. Just as he passed by a strangely familiar star.

  This seven year old child looked through the window, at that strangely familiar star, and cried, "the weeping woman"

  To that signal, he placed himself in the emergency shuttle and erected himself out of the rocket ship, heading straight towards the star.

  He skipped one planet, two, three, four, and a couple more until he landed in the middle of the strange planet.

  He wore his space helmet and walked out of the rocket. There were trees, just like back home. Mountains, just like back home ... And animals, deer, squirrels, foxes, just like back home.

  He took off his helmet, and proclaimed with his most heart-filled voice;

  "This is my home."

  Unfortunately for him, the air was toxic to his being, and he collapsed onto the floor. He gasped for breath. Clawing at his throat. Grabbing his neck. He tried to fetch his helmet but it was too late. Rupert had died again.