Space Travel Sucks
An experience to the wonders of space travel with the one person who hates it.
Log_1: Year 2145
In my travels I've learned that one planet is nothing compared to the vastness of the entire Universe. The funny thing is that I've been alive for about hundred years or so, boy, cryo has a way of putting a cramp in my whole body after thirty years. Every once in awhile I'll see where I'm headed, a distant planet several million or billion or trillion light-years away from where I started. I'm not really sure, all I know is that its really far.
So, here I am surveying my fiftieth billionth dead rock of a planet or whatever. Hm? This planet might be worth seeing in my old age after all, it actually has a greenish slime one might call Algae. Aw man, the atmosphere content is over eighty percent nitrogen and less than fifteen percent oxygen. Oh and I was so hoping that I would be able to land. Darn...ah who am I kidding, it would be so boring. Maybe if I sit at this planet for say another fifty-million years I might be able to make contact with primitive life. Or not. I won't even bother to sit and stare too long at it, a giant asteroid or supernova will probably take this planet out in a couple hundred thousand years anyway. Back to Cryo for me.
In my travels I've learned that one planet is nothing compared to the vastness of the entire Universe. The funny thing is that I've been alive for about hundred years or so, boy, cryo has a way of putting a cramp in my whole body after thirty years. Every once in awhile I'll see where I'm headed, a distant planet several million or billion or trillion light-years away from where I started. I'm not really sure, all I know is that its really far.
So, here I am surveying my fiftieth billionth dead rock of a planet or whatever. Hm? This planet might be worth seeing in my old age after all, it actually has a greenish slime one might call Algae. Aw man, the atmosphere content is over eighty percent nitrogen and less than fifteen percent oxygen. Oh and I was so hoping that I would be able to land. Darn...ah who am I kidding, it would be so boring. Maybe if I sit at this planet for say another fifty-million years I might be able to make contact with primitive life. Or not. I won't even bother to sit and stare too long at it, a giant asteroid or supernova will probably take this planet out in a couple hundred thousand years anyway. Back to Cryo for me.
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