memoirs from the great wipe

The great speech on the eve of the battle of the death stars, the war to save time!

The inevitable force of nature has brought us here, to this time, this very moment.

We don’t have many options, we have to be decisive

You see, the future has so much in store for us

Much more than we can see, understand or even conceive of

As calculated, our path will be crooked, filled with dangers - the dangers of a new star, deep in space

But if we equip our gaze with purpose - navigating with great ease we will!

The wind is in our sails! At a pace so fast, perhaps edging past the speed of light

We are princes of mother nature, we gallop alongside unicorns, in all their splendor, glory and harmony

Our warp speeds give us control over space and time,

we are weavers through time, shifting between the present, future and past, time's last ally

We have been to different planes of reality - dimensions of various multiverses

We must be bold, and face the curse of deep space, we must hold our ground in darkness

To be quiet is to be loud, the clear path will unveil itself - the mystery of dark matter itself

Fortune favours the brave, said our forefathers - we go to war now!

----Year 1242, Cree Territory, nebula station Quadrant 6 -

Author's Note

I always think about what thousands of years from now will look like....