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It's 5:50 August 12th, the dawn of a bright new day. And of a bright new age. We finally pulled together, and now we're pushing out - pushing out a tiny chunk of metal and air out of our protective bubble and into the endless exhiliration of clear, empty space. We do that every week, I know, but somehow there's something special about this one. It's John's victory as much as it is mine, the moment he forced us all to swallow whether we liked it or not. Earth can't hide anymore in its little bubble, no matter what the inhabitants might think. There's a whole universe of danger and enemies and allies and brave new worlds ahead of us. I can't wait. I'm old, yes. Too old, some would say. My body can't adapt to the pressure, the free-fall, the hours. I just do what I've always done and laugh in their faces, then head to the gym. I have to be on the interstellar missions, once we've figured out that engine we're cruising out to Venus and back on Thursday. It's amazing how much a couple of muppets and a pair of insistant men can achieve. The wormhole's gone, of course. Otherwise there probably wouldn't be so much of Earth left. Not as we know it. The brass think we could've beaten these Skarens or whatever, but I'm not so sure. One thing's for sure, if we'd managed to beat them we'd have no problem getting space funding. Ah, I can hardly wait. The feel of alien suns on my face, looking back at where we've been and saying "Hey, that star there - that's the sun!" But of course that's not my only reason. I have to get back up into space. Because it'd be a crying shame to let John's kids go another year without their grandfather, wouldn't it? I wonder how they're doing, he and his lovely wife Erin. Or Aerin. No, I think it was Aeryn. Yes. Aeryn. Very Californian spelling. Someday, somehow, we'll meet again. I know we will. Post a comment in response: |
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