The scientists were off by several dozens of years. The cosmic gas cloud was 47 quadrillion miles away when astronomers discovered it, and only 10 thousand miles away from planet Earth five years later; five out of an originally projected forty-million years. Most elite astronomers didn't even care to take a shot while the ones that did were quickly written off as misinformed or dog-rapist insane.
The sparks began to fly. No scientific foundation on the planet had the chance to explore this cloud, so the world was blind when it came to preparing for its imminent shrouding of the planet. It came, cloaking thousands of miles within seconds, traveling at one-hundred and fifty miles and hour; the world soon looked like the troubled spirits of the world were running a marathon, and they were allowed to bring rocks with them. Actually, they were metallic elements the kind that Earth scientists had never seen before, and what was worse, they were caught in the tirade that was the galactic space cloud of destruction. Their metal components swirled within the clouds vector, and the added moisture of Earth caused sparks to be stricken from these alien metals. Very large, very destructive sparks. They were more like fireballs the size of semi-trucks. Those fireworks that the scientists noticed, when the gas cloud was still roaming outer space, those were more than just sparks. Scientists never saw the explosions because the sparks never collided with anything in empty space.
Earth was inflicted with mega-spark space bombs for hours until the cloud completely passed through, which took about a day. Civilizations were destroyed, new continents were born, and the human race received a long needed wake up call. They were not in charge of the universe. They were pieces of once-bacteria that were lucky enough to be in the right spot for breeding life as humans know it. They belong to the galaxy.
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