RE: RE: Travelling to Earth???
to: vikaryba@anakin.astro
Don't touch the rocks. Don't touch the water. If your skin so much as brushes any of the plants, you're dead. The air is okay for most, but if you're Kaasnian or Nibingian then you'll need a tank to breathe. There are some cool ruins, but it's really up to you if it's worth it to go there. If you're a Lanite then Venus might be more interesting, but to most races the surface is also toxic. Don't get me wrong, Earth has the most interesting history of any abandoned planet in this sector. But you need to know the risks.
That said, if you're a human descendant disregard all of that. Go. Go now. You're the luckiest man in the quadrant. All of us in the planet-hopping community are envious.
I might be able to give some more specific advice if you'd tell me your species. Where are you from?
RE: RE: Travelling to Earth???
to: vikaryba@anakin.astro
Don't touch the rocks. Don't touch the water. If your skin so much as brushes any of the plants, you're dead. The air is okay for most, but if you're Kaasnian or Nibingian then you'll need a tank to breathe. There are some cool ruins, but it's really up to you if it's worth it to go there. If you're a Lanite then Venus might be more interesting, but to most races the surface is also toxic. Don't get me wrong, Earth has the most interesting history of any abandoned planet in this sector. But you need to know the risks.
That said, if you're a human descendant disregard all of that. Go. Go now. You're the luckiest man in the quadrant. All of us in the planet-hopping community are envious.
I might be able to give some more specific advice if you'd tell me your species. Where are you from?
World War II. Gunshots
in France ricochet across
the entire planet.
Poppies reach up from
the dead earth in expression
of hope; life can start
A cenotaph is
carved; we must remind ourselves
to never forget
An entirely
new party of colors takes
a solemn stand
An entire world
remembers gunshots from long
ago. Present day.
I was wearing four shirts, two pairs of pants, a sweater, and a pair of woolly gloves. That didn't stop my ears from freezing as I waited patiently for the parade to start. After a meeting in a school gymnasium, we marched to the cenotaph where countless names were carved into stone. I swallowed, thinking of how each name represented somebody... somebody who had died in a war. Though the laying of the wreaths took a long time, I remembered that this was a solemn day: a day to remember, and a day to respect.
When I'm hungry, I can't think of anything but food. I'll sit down to do my algebra donut, but my x's will turn into broccolis and my y's will turn into cupcakes! I spaghetti would like to stop thinking about food all of the cake, but I guess I'm just tofu distracted by my stomach.
Me and my brother Joel crept around the corner where my parents were talking. We were under our invisibility cloak. It was neon orange, but my momma had sworn that it would make us invisible! As we crept towards the cookie jar, she walked into us.
Oh, it's my invisible boys! she said. "And what are you doing?"
"Nuthin'"I replied. "Gee, you always seem to find us when we're invisible."
"You just need to be quieter!" she said, smiling. "Now, run off and go scare your father. I'm sure he won't expect you two being invisible!"