Bird Furious

The idea of Mars colonies scares me. 

A whole new planet with people on it, bridging a gap previously impossible. Amazing! Imagine the politics! Imagine the technology! Imagine how far we’ll go from here!

Imagine… anything. 

Because, suddenly, nothing’s out of reach. 

Humanity as a species would grow to immense proportions, with the possibility of reaching ever farther out into the universe. 

Human as an organism is suddenly so much smaller. A single person thinking beautiful thoughts is swallowed up in a singular species accomplishing beautiful things. The stars would no longer be the realm of dreamers like me. Instead, they’d be given over to the thinkers like Glass. Anywhere you look is suddenly just real estate in a country without cars. 

Someday, when I’m old and dying, maybe I’ll look out at the sky and miss the feeling of togetherness, bigness, cohesion that was… this. We’re all trapped on a planet, us tiny motes of dust. We’re all so insignificant, but we’re insignificant together. We band against the universe and her beautiful emptiness. What happens when we lose that? 

Well, Earth becomes a tiny mother island, a control center, perhaps. Politics will change. Maybe we’ll have some tussles over independence. Maybe we’ll spread so far and discover so many things and become a bazaar of bizarre cultures to marvel over. 

And a single man? 

Well… 

Every Septimus Warren Smith shrinks smaller than a dust mite. 

Every Caden Bosch, every Donald Zinkoff, every ME— we become nothing. Obsolete.

Who cares about thoughts? Who cares about pretty ideas or words on a page speculating the meaning of life when life itself is expanding at a fantastical rate? 

Who cares about us when there’s no space to? 

Nobody will want to read Vey’s silly talk about tasting stars. Nobody will be enthralled by Sheen’s idea of the Framework. Nobody will have TIME for us anymore— they’re busy synthesizing a chemical that will enable soil to be magically good for crop-growing. 

There is so much magic in science, and so much beauty in it. But I was not born to see the magic humanity creates. 

What happens to me when that’s all there is? 

im sorry this is prolly really badly written but I was getting ready for bed and I needed to write this for some reason, so anyway uh Dont judge me please