A satirical farce about social polarization, dysfunctional government, and economic inequality.
Chapter I: Day/Page 3
CONTINUED. . . . The Academy of LAAC long-ago suspected the potential for intelligent class-1 life evolving on that planet, which is why the sensors were placed there in the first place, but no one had expected any to evolve there so quickly, especially one capable of nuking itself. Therefore, even though the sensors were, for tens of thousands of years, regularly beaming information from that planet back to the Academy’s database, no one, until now, had bothered to look at the data. This is not surprising, though, when you consider that data from billions of sensors on millions of worlds is beamed regularly into the Academy daily, making it impossible, or at least tediously unpleasant, for someone to review every scrap of information received.
Normally, the fact that some new life-form had made the quantum leap from fire to fission so quickly would be scientifically interesting, would stimulate lively intellectual debate, might provide engaging academic fodder for one of the Academy’s many scholarly journals, but such a discovery would never provoke the kind of severe reaction it now engendered. Typically, if some new species of so-called intelligent life looked dimwitted enough to irradiate itself with nuclear weapons, rendering their planet uninhabitable for 100,000 years or more, as lamentable a loss as that was, the scientists of LAAC were sage enough to understand that the loss of one planet out of an infinite number of planets was not a major event. Infinity less one, after all, is still infinity.
Dimwitted worlds had exterminated themselves before, and were certainly bound to again, so there was no point in getting one’s feathers all ruffled. If the scientists from LAAC had to soar in each and every time some featherheaded, sorry-excuse for class-1 life showed the proclivity to nuke itself, well, there’d be little time left for much else. Besides, they didn’t have the budget for it; and no one from the Academy was daft enough to carry a funding proposal for such a loony idea over to the Ministry of Inter-Planetary Affairs, where they would only be met with derision and laughter for having had the testicular fortitude—the “egg-sack,” as they put it—to suggest such a ridiculous plan. The whole idea of the Academy having to hand-hold thousands of feebleminded, idiotic class-1 species who just happened to have enough smarts to split atoms, but lacked the sanity to not blow themselves up, was preposterous. LAAC had bigger fish to fry.
The trouble with this particular planet, however . . . TO BE CONTINUED
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