Day 87

  She woke up from the coma, the questioning begins at dusk. They are still finishing the construction of her containment chamber.

  Iris was worried about the scar on my face because it hadn't regenerated. I lost all vision in my left eye.

  I'm going to the chamber to interrogate her; I'm still choosing the questions I'm going to ask her.

  Iris got sick; I need to do this interrogation as quickly as possible and go home to take care of her.

  The interrogation began with the questions: "What is your name and what did you come here to do?"

  "My name is Qiana Pravak. I think I already said what I came here to do; I want to have a child with you."

  I was surprised by such stupidity. "So the only thing you came here to do was try to have a child with me? And why do you want that?"

  "Exactly. I love strong people, and you are the strongest in the RoyalFamily. I don't want to have a child who does nothing but run from challenges, trembling with fear."

  "Royal Family? I never knew I had one, or that they were some kind of dictators. What do you mean by that? Am I part of a tyranny? Where are my parents? What is your relationship with my family? If they are still alive, I want to know what they are like and how they are."

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  "Calm down, darling, slow down, otherwise I can't think straight. You are part of the Prometheus family. Your parents are dead, they died before sending you here. But your brother is still alive and he's here. I was your father's bodyguard and his lover. Your parents were Kings of our planet, Arthrok, in Andromeda. So you're basically the prince of Arthrok."

  I was silent for a while, connecting the dots.

  "If you know where I came from, then you must know why I don't have my memories, right? You must know the reason I'm here, if I have a mission or something similar."

  "You probably hit your head in the fall. The reason you are here and your mission will be revealed by your brother; he knows more about these things than I do, since he is older."

  "What fall? And how old are you and him? When I arrived here, I only remembered two things: my first name and my age. Am I really 132 years old?"

  She laughed as if I were dressed as a clown.

  "Do you really think you're that young? You just have a cute little baby face, sweetheart. I am 73,802 years old, your brother is 134,375 years old, almost your age. And you turn 140,380 years old tomorrow, which is why I came here early. You came her on a meteor with your brother a 132 years ago"

  So much information, so many new things. I couldn't even think straight anymore.

  I asked one of the guards who was there if they had a calendar before leaving.

  I took one and went home immediately.

  I arrived home a little disoriented. Iris asked what she said to make me like this, but I didn't want to answer. I didn't want her to get involved in this kind of thing. I want her to be okay, I want our baby to be okay, I don't want to lose my family.