Is there anyone out there?
So here I sit in the second decade of the 21st century pondering the ultimate question with a sense of resigned disappointment and the futility of my - and everyone who every lived - predicament.WHY WAS I BORN TOO EARLY?
Frankly, having lived through the latter half of the 20th century, and the beginnings of the new millenium, I drew the short straw. What was/is this shit? As a daydreaming kid of the seventies, where is the world of Dan Dare, Flash Gordon or Judge Dredd?? How come I'm not living on the 70th floor of some megalopolis skyscraper and have a speedster mrk7 parked outside the perspex in float mode?
Red super giant Betelgeuse and it's planetary system sounds a fun place to go on a stellar tour aboard the latest light cruiser where they freeze you and your testicles for the out and inbound trip. Six hundred and forty light years ain't that far. Interstellar Holidays Corp promise to have you there and back again before the apes take over. Me, I'm booking a window seat and pinching one of their talking towels as a memento. Might try to chat up one of those BeeGee babes from the outer rim whilst I'm at it. Hear they have a thing for inter-species shagging and always leave a good tip - not sure about the tail though...
The things I could have seen and done. Major bummer. You can keep your 21st century noughties, tweenies or whatever it is some twerp is calling them. So what have I got to ease my sense of future longing?
I know. My imagination. Yeah. My imagination. That'll do. Let's run with it and see where it takes me and my invisible android.
Red super giant Betelgeuse and it's planetary system sounds a fun place to go on a stellar tour aboard the latest light cruiser where they freeze you and your testicles for the out and inbound trip. Six hundred and forty light years ain't that far. Interstellar Holidays Corp promise to have you there and back again before the apes take over. Me, I'm booking a window seat and pinching one of their talking towels as a memento. Might try to chat up one of those BeeGee babes from the outer rim whilst I'm at it. Hear they have a thing for inter-species shagging and always leave a good tip - not sure about the tail though...
The things I could have seen and done. Major bummer. You can keep your 21st century noughties, tweenies or whatever it is some twerp is calling them. So what have I got to ease my sense of future longing?
I know. My imagination. Yeah. My imagination. That'll do. Let's run with it and see where it takes me and my invisible android.
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