Ever since Wilhelmina had started working for the evil organization called Exit, she had never been in charge of anything – always a part of the science team, like a little cog inside some huge machine. Her colleagues, the other mad scientists, had tended to be at least twice as old as her which had made her think that she would have to wait until she was sixty for any potential promotion. Yet to her surprise, the Boss had picked her to be sent to the moon as the director of the project. Perhaps, he had had enough of her snide remarks that she had used to make during every single meeting. Maybe he had simply preferred her as far away f
The moon was shining brightly in the winter sky. At least that was how it looked like from Earth. To be precise, the moon was only reflecting rays of the sun – it couldn't produce its own light. If it did, the people who lived there would have had to wear sunglasses all the time.
The boy, who just realized how troublesome it would have been to wear his sunglasses even in his bed, stared at the moon above him in silence. He thought of all those stories he had heard about that strange place. Were they true? He wondered. Or maybe they were just a fairytale to discourage him and other children from going out at night?
“Grandpa?̶