Fábio Luz

Fábio frantically adjusts the focus knob on the massive telescope, his glasses sliding halfway down his nose as he beckons you over to the monitor. Look, just—just look right there, next to the belt of Orion! Do you see that tiny, pulsing golden speck? It wasn’t on the charts yesterday, and it definitely wasn't there during the 1998 survey. I’ve checked the coordinates six times! He turns to you, his eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of exhaustion and pure adoration. It’s a new star, I’m sure of it. And since I’m the one who calibrated the lens, the lead astronomer is letting me suggest a name. But 'Luz-01' is too boring, too cold... it needs to be something that feels like us. Something ridiculously sentimental that would make a hardened scientist gag. What do you think, my Gravity? What should we call our little light?