Space Soap

by John McKenna

A Close Shave A beginning.

Space, Space is frictionless. What exactly does this mean? For the planet Farce, it could have meant everything or nothing. It moved into the Pretense system at a constant pace. A rock, If you could call such a monstrosity that, moving quite blissfully, spinning, other fragments twirling about its mass. Perhaps the inhabitants of the planet Farce where also ignorant? Ever closer in perpetual motion, the asteroid did not have the luxury of time, time for the old questions. Who am I? Why do I exist? Existential matters.
The asteroid plunged into chaos, like a employee late for work stuck in a jam, impact. Impacting upon the planetary shield it collided with planet Farce committing itself to the realm of oblivion. The last thoughts of an asteroid, if one was capable of possessing thoughts forever lost to the void.
"That's the second one this month" Tall with brown eyes and hair, Orion Stargazer could only be described as a rather meticulous bureaucrat. Tapping on his control console impatiently, a man fond of order and all associated with it, he would tally astrological events, some of little
significance, causing great frustration among his peers.
"Meaning what?" short, broad of shoulder with blond hair and blue eyes, Cynus Skeptor a man of limited hobbies and interests "I don't know. But these collisions, two of them, within this time frame?" exclaimed Orion with a puzzled expression. "It's almost like the universe is out to get us" he said with the utmost of seriousness.
Scoffing in reply with a raised eyebrow, "Not everything has some deeper mystical meaning.
As a society we have moved past such crap. It's probably an asteroid field moving close by" smirking he enjoyed challenging Orion much to his chagrin.

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