Post by rockefeller on Jan 25, 2021 18:23:46 GMT
I read this The Flight of Aris XLIX cap last week and still remember it because it made me think of Stephen King's Under the Dome though I've never read it and even bailed on its low-budget movie adaptation after townspeople inside the impenetrable clear dome that had settled onto their small, Maine (where else) town were unable to figure out how to communicate with those on the other side of this impenetrable clear dome because of how soundproof it was. Though it's possible writing hadn't been invented yet, I was unable to any longer believe, and so care. In this Flight Roman-numeralized-49 story, the entire Earth has been encapsulated in an opaque bubble that's even more impenetrable, and is also shrinking. So our days are numbered.
In King's novel (according to Wiki, which I only skimmed) the mysterious dome turns out to be the creation of some advanced alien species' children who hadn't realized humans were intelligent and sentient, but then somehow did, and cared, and so let them go. This Aris cap's Dyson-type sphere remains a complete mystery (even as a metaphor) to the ambiguous end. No one knows what it is, how it works, where it came from, or why. But we have figured out that special teams of highly trained, telepathic pilots can fly through it in special "bullet ships" at super-precise angles, even though there's no evidence of anyone (in the previous 48 missions, I assume) having ever done so. In any event, Earth's remaining 3 billion humans will die along with every other life form. But, with any luck, a select few-hundred of us will migrate to Mars and carry on our good work from there.
[Rocks folds the pages into tiny origami replicas of bullet ships and, after mind-melding with his cohorts here, fires them at an exact 89.9 degree angle into Porthole's mysterious panes where they burst briefly into flame before vanishing.]
Sometimes less is not more, but too little. No.