3 Letter From Old Cripple

'Dear Crey

What's up? I would have already left by the time you will read this letter. First I thought of leaving a text on your wrist 'Watch-ID' but after acknowledging what kind of service We are in, I decided to leave an old-fashioned way of the letter just like my repairman career.

So now when you are basically nineteen, I want you to visit Terra Military Academy for further studies where I sincerely hope you will hone yourself to become the most extraordinary Evolved Fighter of today's age. I have already submitted your name for the entrance exam therefore if you failed to appear at the entrance test there, You will have to pay a huge penalty to them for squandering their time.

This is not a warning, my dear child - But a NAKED THREAT from your esteemed Old Uncle. Remember I am too cruel in these matters and am doing this just to push your super lazy ass towards the path of a better future. An Evolved Fighter, is a dream and passion for every young man and woman on the earth but here you are who has become a totally useless waste of space following your old uncle's ideals.

An Evolved Military Officer, a super fighter, a super-soldier with magnificent tech like EXO- Armor, who are standing on the peak of human evolution and peak of human technological advancement. For today's inter galaxy activities, these Combatants are the main force of humanity. From Venus, Mars to the farthest colonization of humanity at Europa, every young man and woman dreams of becoming a Fighter. Only a spoiled, lazy bastard like you is the one who wants to live a sluggish uneventful life like an Old man.

If I had known I would have such a bad effect on your future, I would have never saved your Young ass from that burning building. Please Crey, if not for yourself then for your uncle, for this once, choose a path meant for glory and hot-blooded youth. When I was your age I had already taken enrollment in one of such military schools.'

"Excuse me, sir! Do you want me to adjust the settings for your compartment? Since the flight is going to take off, you need to turn on the stabilization as well as a partial blanket system to avoid the heavy turbulence of this supersonic aircraft."

Crey who had just folded down his letter nodded to the pretty air hostess who was wearing a stunning dress displaying plenty of her fair skin to appease luxury customers. She smiled professionally as she fiddled with the settings of his personal cabin, giving constant flirtatious hints to him.

Crey, who was not the least bit dense, noticed her intentions but promptly ignored them and saw her off politely after she delivered him his ordered snacks and drinks. It was because he clearly understood that what she was aiming for was a swing with a rich boy who travels regularly in such a super expensive airplane but the girl was unaware that he is even poorer than her in terms of financial condition. This ticket was just one of those parting gifts of his uncle which was non-refundable as well as non-transferable.

Crey, who is serenity-loving, doesn't want to raise any bothersome issues for himself by misleading her into an affair as he was very well aware of how much women could be vindictive if they are played as fools. This sage understanding was owing to his broad travels with his uncle in the past. Therefore rather than an acting smartass, he decided to stick with his usual keeping himself out of trouble - an unenthusiastic laid back personality. He only now focused back on his letter.

It was the part where his tone changes abruptly,

"Crey, listen here you little punk I know you are still not convinced with my orders. Therefore, now it is time to understand things thoroughly. I have already sold off this shop and the new owner ....what should I say, is not very open to discussions than he is open to violence. And I have cashed out all balances of both of our bank accounts so there is no money left there.

I have already taken off every useful thing from the shop, even those which have minimum value therefore there is no chance for you to raise money from scalping them. I am kind of running from here, so if you didn't leave before one day from here I am sure there would be a lot of angry customers on the door of the shop from whom I have taken money but not completed their jobs. So the route of relocating in this city is basically impossible if you want to be caught up by enforcers and thrown in prison.

As for other nasty things you must be thinking, throw them out too. There is one path left for you that is to go and take the military test obediently and do your best. And if you still failed there I would say nothing as then you are free to do anything. I would even send you some credits to start a new life in a new city.

Crey, It's all for your own good. In this world where life is becoming less and less worth with each passing day, strength is the only thing to keep yourself alive. Remember even if you seek peace and ordinary life you must be strong enough to guarantee yourself that. Otherwise, like me, you would be left with a shattered life with scars that are too painful and unforgettable to carry on.

And yes I have finished all the food in the shop too. Best wishes for the future. We will meet again…...someday, I hope.

'Old Cripple' - who is proud to be your Uncle.'

Crey closed his eyes as he dropped down the letter he had finished umpteenth time in his hand. There was no trace of emotion on his face as he thought about his future, about who he wanted to be, about what he owes to his uncle, and the past he had spent with him. Or at least that's what he thought as the trace of sadness and grief visible in his eyes was maybe even unnoticeable to himself.