…….Boys, boys, put the guns down yelled their teacher, out of breath but he managed to say I’m not your preacher; but see that star way off we have to reach her, after we reach her, it’s atmosphere we’ll have to breach her, it’s resources will help to turn our existence into a double feature, we’ve turned ourselves into Battlestar Galactica, most of our populations are in places like Attica, I ain’t mad at ya, but put those weapons down.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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It's been said that long distance space travel is denied to folks at a certain "level of consciousness." Lets hope that's true!
Great write.
Thanks
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