“my battery is low and it’s getting dark” is so hauntingly human, so crushingly lonely. I can’t articulate the deep, profound ache that sentence evokes. It’s acceptance and defeat and terror and sadness all at once, all from one tiny machine we asked to explore the stars for us.
1967 cover art by Jerome Podwil to A. Bertram Chandler’s The Road to the Rim
scientists in the 1990s, putting a Get More Purple gene attached to a harmless plant virus into an already purple petunia: please get more purple
the petunia, sensing an apparent honest to god Get More Purple Disease, using the previously undiscovered RNAi antiviral ability to shut down all other purple genes along with it just in case: you put VIRUS in petunia? you infect her with the More Purple?? oh! oh! her children shall bloom white! jail for mother, jail for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
Welcome to the space age, ladies and gentlemen
Art Prints by Frank Moth
drunken attempts to capture the night sky over møn, denmark
by thedeepourspace
Marcus Schinnagel, Astronomic Compendium [1489]
Sun Center, Ingo Swann, 1975