Mo Head Yet

Mo Head Yet

When it was determined that the Earth really was done for it we got serious about getting to Mars with some good companions and I directed my people to make some biologically based friends.

“Dr. Dolldog, what progress have we made?”
“Well Sir, we cannot go fast enough here because of the radioactivity unleashed that is simply poisoning the water so fast we cannot even get at our steel ships.”
“Is is like all the nickel that was Denver radiated?”
“Sort of like that.”
“Too bad. I know what it all means and what we face.”
“Yes Sir, the Morlock living sites on Earth and Mars are being finalized.”
“Too bad, too bad.”
“Okay still not entirely a waste so we will do it like what we said was a wrong.”
“Not Wrong, Just Fucking Long!” Fuck!

Well the situation we know is that while from the 50s on experiments and accidents with radiation meant deaths added up in some decades and were folded into statistics Fukushima sped things up so that people got sick lots faster and faster and then there was no food out of the ocean you could eat anyway.

“Were things deformed?”
“Things are deformed.” Butterflies and moths and things that fly had bad eyes and wings changed and now the hulls of the ships in the water glow at night.

This is a big give away.

“What to do, What to do?”

“I say control the experiments and give us cockroach headed friends by just shoving lots of us and big cockroaches and water bears closer and closer to the major radioactive leaks.”

“You know that is pointless don’t you.”
“You knew I was kidding.”

So the real thing is that we go to all the places left and get all the rich people to sell sell sell at rock bottom prices to pay for all the work to find all the water ice on the Moon.
We put the ice in bricks all around our ships and go to Mars and break off and land there on Mars.

“We will make bigger Cock Roach Headed friends there.”
“We will make Water Bear, bigger There!”

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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