||[Jan. 12th, 2011|05:01 pm]
There was a man in the moon.|
We couldn't see him from earth, as his face rarely looked down upon the planet, preferring instead to gaze into the bright emptiness of the rest of the solar system.
When we got to the moon we found he had long since died, and we built our first colony in the folds beneath his eyes and revived the industries of the earth mining into the core of him, taking his brain and his thoughts and feelings and turning them into fuel for our cars and television shows.
We mourned his passing in the way you mourn the loss of a great author who died before you were born. We lived quite happily on the corpse of his face. Until he woke up. And the war started, between the earth and the moon.
We nearly lost but someone had the idea to wake the earth and enlist her to our cause.
This was our greatest hubris, for when she woke she devoured the solar system and with her young son the moon set of for new vistas in distant galaxies leaving us all to choke and freeze on her skin.
We moved underground and adapted. We would have our planet back in the long run, one way or another.