Those silly Americans. Next they had ‘The War To End All Wars.’ After that they fought World War II. This helped to stablish the Nazis in America
and strengthen the KKK. These are very
religious people. You should have seen
that light from all those crosses. And
if you were of a different faith, or at least a different skin color, they brought
you to meet your maker, and all your past relatives. World War II also empowered the United States
Government to round up many people of Japanese descent, who have been
contributing citizens of those United States for Generations. They were rounded up and the government
provided them with food, lodgings, and a hell of a lot of insecurity in
internment camps while their possessions were divided up among the high ground
pillars of society of that great land.
Even though the General Consensus
(That is the Concessions to those Generals that ruled this AmeriRussian
Republic, or was that Concussions to the Citizens. Either way it is quite obvious that the
Generals that ruled had no Conscience.
They hated anything with science in it.
And they weren’t very conscious either.) was that no matter if you are a
thinker or even studious, if you are an inventor or even productive, if you are
a worker or even get things accomplished so that man can live, even if you are any
of those if you are not ordering that country around, what came out of your
activities were not worth anything.
Telling a person to shoot his neighbor, that was worth an Ivory
Staircase. But actually building that
staircase, you were lucky to be allowed to buy beans to eat.
Even though anything and everything
that those common citizens put together was not worth the paper left hanging
from a good wiping (or the whipping preceding from a good hanging) even though
all that, these space suits the citizens thought up, thought of, worked up, and
manufactured are extremely good outcomes.
This suit breathes its recycling with no risk of gasping. This suit waters its chemically controlled
drinking fluid to be used and reused healthily over and over again for the life
of the inhabitant. This suit maintains a
food supply that goes through its unique seasons and seasoning from assembly
line planting through growth through harvest through Thanksgiving Dinners
through all those seasons again and again.
Wearing this suit, I can eat, I can
drink, I can breathe. The cycle of life,
the cycle of living. Once a year I need
to drop off accumulated ash. I need to
recharge my battery. And I need about
three ounces combined of carbon, iron, calcium and nitrogen.
Once a year, if I wore it
constantly, no, I am not walled off from others of my life forms, I can fold
and pack away my clothes. I can drink
with my buddies at the bar. I can order
and consume a lunch platter. I can
breathe in a beauty’s perfumed aura. I
am alive and part of the rest of you.
But if need be, if the situation arises, if the events unfold, I can fly
my craft from asteroid to asteroid, load the ores of Mars, syphon off the
ammonia of Jupiter, and in twenty years’ time unload those resalables on earth,
the Mother of my founding Republic.
Food, energy, telescopic, x-ray, and
microscopic sight, along with pretty good body encasings which are bullet (and
radiation proof) vesting’s, can keep me and my passengers alive for much longer
that we’d want or care to be.
The suit bathes your skin with
erratic pulses and heat to avoid bed sores – whatever a bed may be. The skin and scalp are randomly bathe for
cleanliness. At times of inactivity if
readings show I am not asleep, the suit makes me do exercises. Arms, legs, etc. It views what is around me so I don’t
destructively hit anything,
Sometimes when I looked. The comet.
The sun’s reaching. The
Asteroids. Sometimes when I saw, I asked
myself “How did I get out there?” Yes,
yes, I knew then as I know now that I was exercised and taught and forced those
many memorizations, them with their fitted tether pressure suits along with
those needed and experimental many injections, and finally being walked aboard
one, no, several of these multiple-use plasmal transportational devices. These ships with their ion pulsing propulsion
systems, colloidal thrusts, and their relativistic, electromechanic
differential orientators. That is the
“physical how,” or should I posit, that is the “physics-al how.” But I really asked myself, emotionally and
personal choice-wise, “How did I get out there?”
And before I could attempt to answer
my neural neighborhood emotional growth and chance making “how,” I needed to
build some, somewhere, somehow, this definition. This, a steady footed sub stratal firm with
meaning to conglomerate the “there” that I had gotten out to. This “there” claims its’ place to me “In
Other Words.” And, I believe, those
“Other Words” could have come from the words of Bart Howard:
Fly
me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, I wanted to “See
what life was like, From Jupiter through Mars.”
And the way that fit, the way it fit for me to see what life was
like. My way was composed of these
comprehensive logistics and transport services for everything including the
loading materials just out of the mine to their delivery at their final
destinations, including storage warehouses for handling those minerals and
their dispatchment to various ports.
And, I asked myself, what is the mine?
But since dimensions add details.
Since added details means added numbers.
I knew I had to ask myself, What Are Those Mines? Those asteroids are those mines.
I had to look. That mine of riches. That asteroid, actually those asteroids. That asteroid belt. And that Asteroid Belt, if it were only two
dimensions, it would be the shape of a circle, or stretched out as an oval,
stretched out to an ellipse. But in our
actual, reality based three dimensions, it was possessed and possessing more
like an inner tube, flung, in orbit, around our sun. Actually, more like a hula hoop rotating,
cycling, spinning, stretching around our sun.
A giant matter made up hula hoop, thicker, stretched, non-symmetrically
bloated like a spinning inner tube. An
inner tube hula hoop being played by our sun like a nine-year-old with her hula
hoop.
This hula hoop of asteroids
intrinsic angular momentum generating its motion between Jupiter and Mars. Asteroids: The Vestas, the Idas, those
Pallas. Asteroids made of iron, nickel,
iridium, palladium, rhodium of many concentration levels. Many of those larger asteroids are spaced
millions of miles apart. Yes, we, man,
cheap labor, have to go out here to collect the goods, the availability, the
worthwhile, because in direction to Earth, few of the Asteroids pass through
that particular stop only every few years.
Asteroids, Space Ice, and Spent Comets.
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