100 Years Away_The oddest of all planets; Earth_Sunday Drive_Gods cue ball
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100 Years Away
Part 1: Decisions“Why do you have to go?”“Kate, we’ve talked about this,” Alex said. His wife sighed as she snuggled closer to him on the couch. “I’m the project’s leading scientist. They need me there, heading up the expedition.”“How am I supposed to be without you? And the kids?” Kate raised her head and looked up at him.“You’ll be fine,” he stroked her hair, “you’re strong.” She laid her head back down. “Just think of it as me dying.” Kate sat up this time.“Don’t say that. I’ll know you’re out there, somewhere.”“At least we have this time together.”Kate took his hand.“That we do,” she said....
The oddest of all planets; Earth
There I was, sitting on a picnic bench, looking up at the sky. It was beautiful, www.onedoor.ccthe starry night, the spaceships flying by, and who could forget the sound of the chirping of the little birds. You could even see Neptune in the distance and imagine a powerful storm was occurring. Astronomers here on Pluto have been, for decades, studying Neptune and other planets like Jupiter, Saturn, and even this bizarre planet called Earth. Scientists say Earth doesn't qualify as a planet because it is too watery and doesn't have enough landmass or gas to be a solid planet or a gas giant. But somehow, it has...
Sunday Drive
"There’s always enough time to stop and smell the roses.” I said to myself smelling a fat sherbet color rose. I was watering my rose garden on another Sunny Sunday in Silicone Valley Suburbia (of course this isn’t the real name but due to the high volume of people equipped with silicone parts it seemed fitting to me). Although I can’t make too much fun, I have my own pal made of silicone, his name ADAM, that I built with my own two hands and one big brain coming by years of inspiration from too many sci-fi movies and Greek mythologies. I found him in the garden, sitting on the grass observing...
Gods cue ball
I boarded the train, from Liverpool Street Station to Cambridge at three of the afternoon on a cold but clear skyed Thursday in March, early in the fifth decade of Victoria’s reign, at the behest of my good friend Professor Rupert Armitage, head of the University Observatory. Armitage had invited me to join him and the distinguished astronomer, William Lassell, FRS, FRSE, FRSL, FRAS, at the observatory. Lassell was the recipient of an honorary degree from Cambridge but the elderly gentleman asked, no demanded, to see the observatory. My editor had agreed that a short piece celebrating this man...