space-exploration

Anyone who tells you life has greater value when it comes with an expiration date is full of shit. Immortality is worth the fortunes of galaxies.__he regarded him too intently. __ut it__ not worth everything. You gave it up for your freedom.__is forced bravado faltered. That truth still petrified him today. __ did.

No amount of standing on hilltops on dark nights and surveying the heavens could prepare a man for the actuality of space travel, because the earthbound observer saw only the the stars, not what separated them. They glittered in his vision, filling his eyes, and he had no choice but to assign them a position of importance in the cosmic scheme. The space traveler saw things differently. He was made aware that the universe consisted of emptiness, that the suns and nebulae were almost an irrelevancy, that the stars were nothing more than a whiff of gas diffusing into infinity. And sooner or later that knowledge began to hurt.

(Of the main character seeing a new world for the first time.) The air was cold but not bitterly so, and it seemed a bit rough at the back of his throat. He gazed about him, and the very intensity of his desire to take in the new world at a glance defeated itself. He saw nothing but colours - colours that refused to form themselves into things. Moreover, he knew nothing yet well enough to see it: you cannot see things till you know roughly what they are. His first impression was of a bright, pale world - a watercolour world out of a child's paint-box, a moment later he recognised the flat belt of light blue as a sheet of water, or of something like water, which came nearly to his feet. They were on the shore of a lake or river.

A journey inward may end in defeatFor life as we know it was made by machines

The woman__ gaze sent chills racing down his spine. The diabolical, aberrantly predatory arch of her lips curdled his blood. Seriously, his blood must be curdling back at the lab right now.__ice illusion. I__ definitely feeling the evil vibe here.__he stood and rounded the desk with perfect grace. __here is no illusion. Explain yourself quickly now, before I grow bored by your presence and dispense with it.

Glacier blue plasma rippled and sparked across the interior of the portal. __t seems keeping secrets is what you do.___ecrets are merely the necessary means. Survival is the end goal. Survival of ourselves, survival of species who do not deserve to be eradicated from the universe. Survival of the universe itself.___urvival__ noble and all, but what good is it without the freedom to live as you choose?___ question you have the luxury to ask because you survive.