A satirical farce about social polarization, dysfunctional government, and economic inequality.
Chapter I: Day/Page 2
CONTINUED. . . . But two weeks ago all of that changed when an intrepid young graduate student was studying the giant lunar swallows of Capistrano for her doctoral thesis. These immense, black, stingray-like birds—with wingspans 900 feet wide and slender whip-like tails trailing half a mile behind—are the only birds known in the galaxy to feed upon moonlight, converting reflected light into food. During the day these gentle creatures sleep deep in Capistrano’s black seas; but at night great flocks of the leviathan beasts rise from the murky abyss with such a thunderous shudder that the ocean seems to boil and hiss, spewing out tattered rags of inky-black water high into the nighttime sky.
Once airborne, the giant lunar swallows climb toward the planet’s three moons with powerful lunging thrusts. And when they can climb no higher, when the air is so thin that their wings no longer gain purchase, they spread their feathers like galleon sails and soar through the frigid thin air with cavernous mouths open wide, grazing on photons of moonlight as whales do upon plankton. And when the three moons are synchronously full, which occurs every 66 days, the feeding-frenzy is so tumultuous that large swaths of Capistrano never see a drop of moonlight hit the ground.
While observing the feeding-frenzy through her telescope the intrepid graduate student noted something odd moving in the background sky. After focusing her telescope on the something, she was astounded to see three ancient nuclear missiles lumbering along aimlessly through space. There are no other planets near Capistrano, so where the missiles had come from was initially a mystery. But where the missiles were headed was clear. At their current sluggardly speed and direction of flight they would strike the smallest moon of Capistrano in precisely 187 days.
By calculating the missiles’ trajectory backwards the graduate student found a small blue planet in the Andromeda Galaxy where sensors had been placed tens of thousands of years ago by previous generations of LAAC scientists, and largely forgotten about since. After sifting through the sensor data from that remote world she found clear evidence that thousands of atomic bombs had been detonated on that planet about the same time as the missiles were launched, which, along with her trajectory calculations, confirmed that the three ancient nuclear missiles seen lumbering through space were launched from that world 9,381 years ago.
The Academy of LAAC long-ago suspected. . . .TO BE CONTINUED
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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