Monday Morning Commute: They Didn’t Know They Were Already Dead
They didn’t know they were already dead. Carl and Martina had been chosen to pilot the last space-ship on Mars onto the Asteroid. They were supposed to till the Helium to power the rest of the Martians home to Europa.
They didn’t they were already dead. Some fatal flaw within the wiring, some poor-man’s rigging of This or That combustible chemical dispenser was waiting for that first thrust post-orbit to vaporize Carl. To vaporize Martina. To vaporize their hopes of getting everyone home.
They didn’t know they were already dead. As the Martians stared at the faint silver glimmer that was their doomed space-ship taking flight, puncturing the skin of the atmosphere to leave for the Asteroid, they felt hope for the first time since they could remember. The entire planet cobbled together the materials for the space-ship. The entire planet’s intellect poured into reimagining a type of vessel not used for decades. The entire planet’s hopes, literally, ham-handedly symbolically, invested into the space-ship.
They didn’t know they were already dead.
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This is Monday Morning Commute. What are you up to this week? Let me know.
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Celebrating Lovecraft’s 125th birthday this week by seeing The Thing at the Brattle Theatre. They’re running a whole list of films in honor of the lad.
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I anticipate probably finishing the move into the new space-ship this week. It’s difficult to muster the energy to retrieve the last few items from the apartment. All that is left there is refuse that needs to be expunged, and it’s a lot easier to sit on the just-arrived couches and vegetate.
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Speaking of Lovecraft, I’m currently reading The Dunwich Horror. I’ll level with you guys. I’m not completely comfortable in my new house. Am I scared of it because I’m reading Lovecraft? Or am I reading Lovecraft because I enjoy being scared? None the less. While I was reading the story a couple of nights ago, the light suddenly flicked off in the still-alien, somewhat unaccustomed kitchen. I stopped reading.
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Sam is currently away on business in Washington, D.C.. Is it intimidating being in a new house all by yourself? You bet, comrade.
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Tonight I’m going to catch-up on Mr. Robot. Sans Samantha. She’ll have to catch-up (and I’ll rewatch) when she gets home. The moving has stalled our viewing of the show, as we typically pledge to watch with one another. This is a serious breech of oath, and underscores how badly I want to watch this show.
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I don’t know, that’s about it for me this week. I’m sure there are other things I’m looking forward to, but at this moment they’re floating out of my caffeine-damaged, chemically-mutilated brain. Remind me, friends. Remind me what I should be looking forward to.