Millionth Man on the Moon

Since I can't be the first I would however like to be the millionth man on the moon.

I may enjoy dining on the moon eating moon burgers and drinking my moonshake, all grown on the moon with moon greens adapted to 2-week long stretches of sunlight.

I will call my children from the moon on my moon holotalk, The as-yet unterraformed moon folk will dwell under a system of moon bunkers, cavemen if you will, so as to be shielded from space rays.

I may, God willing even visit the moon clinic and listen to a lecture on moon hypnotherapy, as it will be obvious that light G would be optimal for the aged and the weary.

But after a moonday or two I may catch the moonride back to Terra, but not without a few snapshots of my second favorite planet, V.

Earthians to Migrate to Venus

Although the god of war - mars - looms large in the sky the morning star is the most fertile horizon, according to scripture.

Venus was often thought by classical scientists and theologians to be a paradise like rigel from star trek, replete with winged angels strumming harps around doric columns no less greek than deus ex machena.

That the probes sent there by Russia showed lead-melting temps at the surface, we believe that even as earth was a garden in which the Lord planted the seed of life so will our sister planet one day be so perfectly and lovingly furnished for a new host of colonists.

We dream of a future in our sciences to manipulate gravity itself, to bend space and time and the transcendent function streams forth to light... we ascend as the stardust we are - back to blossom once again in another wood, a dance never grasped entire replenishing from mists undefined, a higher power is all that is required.