This is Lucy, Lot 41, can you hear me? Oh my god, hello! Hello! I know I heard somebody today. It was faint, just a high voice through the static, but I know I head something. I have to believe you can hear me too. Say something, please! Make some noise, anything.

I'm on a planet with like, twin suns, a big red one and a little yellow one. I don't know the Earth name for it or I'd tell you, but there can't be that many fucked-up solar systems like this around. There are thousands of us up here, do you hear me? Thousands. We were snatched from our families, from people who loved us. You must have heard about it. Somebody back home has to remember. Are you looking for us?

We're here, all of us, thousands and thousands of exiles. We can look up in the night sky and see Earth, or the sun, the real sun. That means you can see us too. Please, it's been an hour since I heard you. Please, say something. Please.

I can't blame the heat this time. Either I've lost my mind or this blue ghost-boy has been visiting me every night for a week now. He never speaks, but when he stares at me like he does, it feels like he can read my mind. It'll be real quiet, and suddenly he'll be there. If I shine a light on him he's gone. If I try to talk to him, he's gone. If I look away, he's gone, just like that. I don't know what he wants, but I've started looking forward to his appearances. I spend my day here in the cave thinking of tests or things I can try to find out what he is. Just stupid stuff. It never seems to work out. Who is he? Can anybody else see him?