Another week begins.
Another week begins. Another week ends.
I read on the news that the astronomers have discovered another new star, raising prospects of ‘finding a planet that resembles Earth’.
As always, they always wanted to know if humans will be able to survive and habituate the said new planet.
Will we desperately rush into a spaceship in hordes, trying to get on the next trip to the new planet?
Or will we watch on dejectedly, as the lucky ones (read: the extremely rich and famous) get to their destination, build odd looking vilas that look more like fishbowls against an angry, red, barren landscape? What sort of creatures will we encounter there? Four-horned toads that gallop? Or sexy aliens that come more like in the form of Max Evans?
Would it be too late then? What if Earth was already at its brink of destruction? Will we still have spaceships and astronauts flying off to find new places, searching for uhm, greener pastures? I am not sure how long this planet will last. Oily waters, hole in ozone layer, endangered species, abnormal weather conditions, decreasing forests. What if the new planet would not be able to sustain the sudden surge in human population?
Heck, they are already arranging an exceptional wedding – one, that is truly ‘out of this world’. It sounds pretty special, actually. After all, how many of us will get the opportunity to exchange wedding vows somewhere in space? “Dear, I lost the ring. It kinda slipped off my finger when the ship went into hyperspace.”
Sometimes I think I do not put on much expectations to space exploration, dashing hopes of living on another planet. Probably that would happen when I am long gone, becoming compost for pigs that would eventually fly to outer space. Unless, of course, they can immediately clone the animal on the new planet. I do not think of it as impossible: rather, how long would it be before there will be a new planet found fit for human occupancy? Twenty years? Two hundred years? And the additional amount of time required to transport people, animals, things over? After all, the time needed to travel to other planets do not come with the term ‘light years’ for nothing. But then again, I sincerely commend the astronomers’ efforts for their space discoveries and breakthroughs. Wonders never cease, at times.
I think I actually asked more questions in this entry than any other before. How unnerving.
As requested by Mossie: here’s the watch. Not on my wrist, of course.
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