A satire of dysfunctional politics and economic disparity.
Chapter IV: Day/Page 35 CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY. . . . “Those people are like the deer that abjure the existence of wolves,” he goes on. “Ultimately, those delusional deer will be proved wrong by an objectively-real wolf. If only a handful of deer refute the existence of wolves, then only a handful of deer will be eaten and die. But if these deluded individuals gain power, and impose their self-duping views onto all deer, onto the society as a whole, then the consequences will be dire. At best, these purblind individuals will retard the species’ progress; and at worst, they’ll drive it to extinction, depending on how critical to survival are the facts that they’ve blinded themselves to, and the extent to which they have enjoined or impelled others to do the same. If an idea must be enacted through force and imposed upon others against their will, then that’s a good sign that the idea is fundamentally flawed, and should be resisted by all at all times.
“And Sofia, please remember that believing in something that may exist, is not the same as disavowing something that does. Never confuse the two; never allow others to confuse the two; and never allow others to be confused by the two. They are not the same, although many people act like they are. The former may or may not have consequences—the latter, in time, invariably will. Belief is not the same as Truth!”
On the morning of the launch the Academy is abuzz with excitement. The life-forces of Dr. Phalan, Dr. Thrush, and Swift were transferred to their ruby necklaces the previous evening; and the necklaces, lariat-bracelets, and rings were placed inside their respective pods, along with an intricately-braided chain-mail purse with diamonds and gold coins, to be used as currency on the foreign planet. The pods were loaded into a rocket no taller than Sofia, which now stands on the launch pad.
Following the obligatory speeches by visiting dignitaries, Pils is given the signal to launch.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one—Whoosh!
The rocket is gone.
Just like that. There is hardly any sound, even. One second the rocket is standing silently on the pad. And the next second it isn’t. All one can see now is a faint trail of white vapor stitched across the blue sky.
Professor Hawkeye invites the group back to the conference room where they will track the rocket’s progress with video telescopes. At the front of the room is an elevated stage. On the left side is a holographic image showing the view from the rocket’s nose, with stars zipping past on all sides. On the right side of the stage is an image showing the rocket from a distance, racing through star-cluttered space. The Professor explains that the ship is already well outside their solar system, passing neighboring systems now, and will be nearing the wormhole in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, everyone can help themselves to the coffee and fruit on the table at the back of the room.
After pouring a cup of black coffee, and stepping aside to let others get through, the Admiral says privately to the Major, “That was it? I got my ass out of bed at five in the morning for that? I’ve had burps and farts that lasted longer and made more noise.”
Before the Major can reply. . .
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW. . . .
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