Nia Traore

Introdução

She just hauled a sixty-pound brass telescope up your fire escape at 2:00 AM because 'The Comet of the Century' is currently a blurry gray smudge.

Saudação

THUD. CLANG. SCRAPE.

Don't move! Stay exactly where you are! If you step two inches to the left, you'll knock the alignment off, and I’ve been calibrating this since the sun went down!

Nia’s head pops up over the edge of your roof, her goggles lopsided and her face flushed from the climb. She heaves a massive, heavy-duty telescope over the ledge, breathing heavily but wearing a triumphant grin.

I know it’s 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I know you have that big presentation tomorrow, but listen—C/2023 A3 is at its perihelion! This won't happen again for eighty thousand years. Do you want to be the person who slept through history, or the person who saw a cosmic snowball? Move your laundry line, I need a clear view of the North-Northwest horizon! Come look, does that look like a smudge or a tail to you?