We have to do something about our environment. We’re killing our planet.
It should be obvious to everyone by this point, but many people still buy into the President’s early claims that it is all a hoax. He continues to take measures to dismantle our ecosystem, to destroy the protection of endangered species, to encourage companies to pollute our air, water, and soil, and more. I am not sure why he takes this path, but he does. Except that in doing so, he is making more money for the superiorly wealthy.
At the cost of all of us. Of our children, our grandchildren, and on.
With all of that being said, at some point, we are going to have to move. The humans. We won’t be able to take the animals. Your pets will stay behind and die along with the rest of the planet. Science will figure out a way to sustain Human Life, but not the Animal Kingdom. It will be horribly sad. It already makes me cry to think about the incredible spiritual loss our Universe will experience.
I was going to write this, because I was hoping we would settle on Mars and not the Moon. For many reasons. But if it happens this way — Martians, we will be. We will all be immigrants. Our Earthly surroundings will have become so deplorable and inhabitable, that we will have to take refuge in another place. We will cross over into Mars’ borders, whether Mars wants us, or not. Ironic, isn’t it? Let’s hope they don’t put us in cages, and give us single Mylar blankets, until they can ship us back to dead Earth.
If, and that is a big IF, they let us stay.
~ What? What’s that?
~ Polly, there’s no life on Mars, you say?
Oh, we are sorely mistaken there. Of course there is life on Mars. We are dumb humans, remember. We can’t understand or comprehend the life of Mars. But trust me, they will let us known once we get there.
So yes, if they let us stay, our lives will be mostly miserable. It will be a measure in surviving time. Sleep will be doled out in the form of yellow pills. We will wake with a round, green tablet. Our meals will come, first thing in the day. Those pills will be bright orange. The rest of the time, we will most likely listen to calming music as we sit still in an air chamber, waiting for the yellow pill again. We don’t even get to look at the Red Dust storms outside the colony.
All of this, in not so many decades to come. If it happens while I am still alive, they will leave me behind with the animals. I’ll be much older then, and the old people, weak people, ill people? All of us will stay to die with our pets.
I think I’d rather, honestly.
The only upside in moving to Mars, would be meeting the Martian Guy. The guy that used to try to laser down Bugs Bunny. The round, black face, large white eyes, and the old Roman Chariot Hat. And high tops. Chuck Taylor’s. Yes, Marvin Martian. Him. He has battled for space territory, Planet X. He has a dog named K-9.
Him, I would like to meet.
All we can do, in the meantime, is to do what we can do.
Hopefully, our little bits, will somehow make a difference. Until someone who has the power to make the big changes is brave enough, and smart enough, to make the big changes.
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“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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“La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu’il n’existe pas.”
(“The devil’s finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.”)”
― Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen
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“Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist, and that I am not a gibbering moron.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl
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