Did you catch the comms?

She looks on knowingly, knowing what's out there. She tries to explain how absurd the books are here on earth that created all those falsehoods, when she knows what's really out there. Maybe others don't listen, and she's used to being ignored, and her friends may smile and even listen, but she knows they have a hard time with what she tells them. Still she looks on at her friend on the platform waiting for their train. In her mind they travel across the landscapes of Mars, and she speaks of geysers on Jupiter and the glowworms of other worlds at the poles and under the swirling clouds. She speaks of debris from the expelled matter that help shape structures faraway. He smiles at her. She looks on knowingly.

Never stop speaking...I am, always have been and always will be all ears to your voice. Not that my ears are the only ears to your voice, as that is picking up steam rapidly like your geysers finally, thank God. I don’t know how you’ve had the patience, and I thought I was patient, pffttt...
I for one am in love with your knowlinglyness and every other facet you so lovingly and endlessly give of yourself. Please never stop that ever...no matter what...