KR 1.1

Mon tant chéri, mon bel amant, mon flux, ma vague...

Oui, je sais, nous nous connaissons si peu, une telle introduction, n'est-ce pas trop ?

Vois-tu, je m'autorise car je pars.

JKH 1.1

To my dearest Mother,

I know that this will be hard for you to understand at first. I beg you to be patient and not to judge me too harshly. You, of all people, know how hard these past few years have been for me. Since losing Sophie, my life has been shrouded in darkness as thick as oil, each day filled with raw despair. So desperate was I in those early weeks and months that I couldn’t see any way out of that darkness and despair, far less feel the loss of all those whose loved-ones were wiped out by that awful epidemic. The helplessness of having to watch their terrible suffering was made so much worse because I, a physician, was incapable of doing anything at all. I cannot say that I have or ever will recover from that experience and yet I must continue to live somehow, with the hole that was once filled with the light that was Sophie.

AS 1.1

Chère Cousine,

J’espère que tu vas bien malgré les terribles événements sur notre Terre… encore si belle moins d’un siècle auparavant.

Maintenant, j’ose te l’avouer.

Je pense que tu as entendu parler du vaisseau « Le Haniwa ».

Eh bien, voilà… j’ai passé les tests, une décision plus que difficile à prendre.

TF 1.1

Dear Sophie,

Darling. I know this will come as an enormous shock to you, and please my darling, do try to bear with me while I try to explain why I am taking a decision which, I hope passionately, will change our lives.

MF 1.1

Chère Libellule,

Je t'imagine dans ton jardin aux arbres de métal inoxydable. Sais-tu que je n'arrive même plus à me souvenir des arbres... en bois, si j'ose dire... qui existaient autrefois ? C'est tellement loin. De nombreux souvenirs sont enfermés dans mon inconscient et ressurgissent inopinément comme les braises d'un feu que l'on croyait éteint.

AT 1.1

An Open Letter to the People of Earth from the Commune of Citadel

At long last, it has been done. We have pushed and stretched and shredded our planet to ruin. And unlike in the past, we have no one to blame but ourselves. We did this. We built and built without regard, then sat back and idly watched as everyone—EVERYONE—with even some semblance of sense prophesized, warned us, pleaded with us to stop. Now the day they spoke of is here. We must abandon our Mother Earth, our beautiful Gaia. 

ABe 1.1

So, this message will be read, I reckon. By someone human? Probably.
I'm not sure I see what you want us to tell you, in order to convince you of our... Anyway. Let's say something about me, since that is the whole point.

Fathom.

JMS 1.1

April 12th, 2053

Dear Julia,

I don’t know if you’ll get this. There’s been word that shipments to North America are still being made with Solisim. M has said he’ll do what he can to get this letter sent. Blessed is our G-D. I’m writing to you because it’s likely to be the last time I can.

JFB 1.1

Vous allez sans doute vous moquer du conte que va vous narrer le vieil homme que je suis, mais je puis vous assurer que ce n'est pas de la pure fiction.

J'avais toujours eu le pressentiment que vers la fin de ma vie je participerais à une grande aventure dans l'univers. Aussi j'espère de tout coeur que, parmi les très nombreux candidats, je serai l'un des heureux choisis.

JPR.1.1

My dear love,

It is difficult to say what I have to tell you. But you must know. This is why I'm writing this letter, coward as it may be.

KP.1.1

If you had to choose, between a rattle and a ball, which would it be? Would it be an arbitrary choice? Arbitrary in itself maybe, but you will always have a preference I'm sure. If you choose the rattle, to divert your baby from its bed, or the ball to play with in the garden--- is it the moment that decides? I have decided, I believe, to take the ball. It's quiet and versatile and it bounces. I have always loved a good bounce. Feeling the reverberation of the plastic against the pavement, against the floor.