Hail, Ye Merry Mortals. The summer temperatures in Delhi touched 47.8 Centigrade. Accordingly, we decided to detach ourselves from Planet Earth, and escape..
As I write this post from outer space, I am listening to the immortal album called “Waiting For The Sun”, by The Doors. Ironic, yes?
Ye, who live on Planet Earth, I see, make television serials about inter-planetary, nay inter-galactic travel. This, my merry friends, is old. The technology is so old. You only talk about starships. We have managed this with an entire city.
I have read that, somewhere in the distant future, when the sun eventually dies, it will expand into a huge red ball, and will consume all, or most of the planets of the solar system. Planet Earth will certainly be one of these that will be consumed. As you, dear Mortals, kill your forests, and pollute the atmosphere, you will only hasten this fate. Oh yes, there are some who claim that the sun’s solar patterns have a major effect on the climate of the earth, and what we – you – humans do, is of small consequence. Ooooh yea, live in that illusion!
And so, we have decided to escape this terrible fate.
In our beloved city, we no longer care about global warming. We only care about local warming.
It is becoming hotter.
It seems as though Lucifer, or Mephistopheles, has come up from the depths of hell to punish everyone.
Our pilot hurtles our city forward.
But wait, we seem to be heading towards the sun…… We hurtle onwards to an early doom…
In our mad rush to celebrate this new technology of inter-planetary travel, we forgot the one cardinal rule that must never be forgotten: use new technology well, wisely, and for the benefit of mankind, and all that exist on the earth….
No escape from climate change……. None…
We are slowly frying………………….
Picture: courtesy The WhatsApp Circuit.