A black fly taunts me, buzzing in close, just long enough for me to take a mis-aimed swipe, and then flaps its little numb-brained membraned wings up into the hard-to-reach edge of the intersection of the two trapezoidal picture frame windows of our cathedral-ceilinged living room.
Translate that sentence into the language of the colonists in the depths of the ice lakes of Space Base 45Zed9Alpha.
They haven’t seen flies there in over 20,000,000 generations, or about two years to the rest of you reading this on Earth.
You see, we populated this solar system so far back in time with energised molecules that you’ve come to believe either you evolved from dust clouds in the formation of the solar system or some Being-related faith-based system created you.
You just don’t get it, and through consultation with the “professional” couch-talk, tablet PC scribbling, overeducated psychological psychiatrists — supposedly fellow members of your species — I’ve come to the conclusion that you never will.
Look at it this way — you’re a beehive, God is dead, the European Space Agency is just as clueless about the EU as the rest of us, Wolfgang is a name (not a gang sign (or is it?)), and if I could just see one tree leaf blow across the Martian plains, I’d go for a walk looking for another, instead of sitting in this space habitat waiting for my parents to assign me a job to do in this kid-free exploratory zone.
Send a male and female to Mars without birth control technology and I am the result!
So much for your modern science.
Now where is that nuclear fusion experiment I invented last night and was playing with this morning…?
Time to obviously send messages in open secrets under broad daylight to members of my gang to cause another prominent person getting in the way of our agenda to die of a “natural” heart attack.
If only you fools knew who we were. Hahahahahaha….
If only I knew how to tell you…sigh…
What I wouldn’t give to hear a single severe thunderstorm warning on this planet!