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Doomsday scenario: Someone has a remote control with a keypad with buttons like an old tape recorder – push the right sequence and the world explodes.
I am lying on the sidewalk by the waterfront with some other people, looking up at the night sky and waiting for the explosion. As someone next to me enters the sequence on the remote, I find myself focusing on the brightest star – or maybe it’s Venus – imagining the force of the blast sending me straight there – “That’s my target”, I think. A new start.
The sequence is completed – there’s a bright light, I feel liftoff as I start to rush towards the stars. Then I feel gravity kicking in and realize I’m not going to make it.
And then I woke up.
Venus bound,
This is dF
I am lying on the sidewalk by the waterfront with some other people, looking up at the night sky and waiting for the explosion. As someone next to me enters the sequence on the remote, I find myself focusing on the brightest star – or maybe it’s Venus – imagining the force of the blast sending me straight there – “That’s my target”, I think. A new start.
The sequence is completed – there’s a bright light, I feel liftoff as I start to rush towards the stars. Then I feel gravity kicking in and realize I’m not going to make it.
And then I woke up.
Venus bound,
This is dF
