Low Gravity Chronicles, part 2:
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Yawn. Think Iíll talk about something you all care about, namely the weather. ďNobody ever mentions the weather, that make or break your dayĒ Those great words of poetry probably say more than anybodyís ready to admit. Well, up here on this dust-ridden moon itís mostly dark or bright, but down there, itís changing all the time Ėand the talk of the town.
The human horizon is only big enough to experience one type of weather at a time. Either itís good, normal or bad (With several variations). From my scope I have a complete view of Earthís weather at any given moment, so I get good, normal and bad all mixed up. As you might see, this does not raise any strong feelings in me. But for a ďprosperous Yattacki-agentĒ (-phew), feelings are not so much valued, as whether you do good reporting or not. And Iím sure bringing them the facts.
Some time ago, it became apparent that thereís a lot of beings back home who actually find Earthís clouds interesting. I received a demand from the Department of Entertainment to put it online, so I placed camera for them in the Sinus Roris. Now the guys back home can watch your skies change directly on their screens.
Some scientists study those pictures thoroughly, while most are happy just to use them as a screensaver. Once a week, I go in front of the camera to tell an earthjoke. But I do that at random times, so to catch it, theyíll have to stay put all the time. Canít believe anyone to be that stupid, though.
During my casual readings of your different satelitesí data, I found that your atmosphere is getting warmer. Some of you prefer to go out when itís hot, and wonít even complain. Most of your movies Iíve seen, are filmed in nice weather. My point is, itís not necessarily a bad thing to heat up a bit. Spending a maxium amount of oil and constant population increase both show that you have no fear for this. Soon you can finally throw away those annoying skis, that just fill your goddam closet anyway. Or was that the garage?
Tomorrow, there will be some situations in the Biscaya. I see the low pressures gather right there, way above the limit of what ordinary fishing boats can handle. Thereís no use for me to contact your authorities, though. First: You have your own satelites, which take excellent pictures for your clever experts to analyze. Secondly: I donít care that much if some fishermen disappear at sea. Itís what they agree to risk when they sign up.
Same deal with us interstellar observers. But risks are quite low up here; the raging storms of earth are but a dark spiral on my telescopeís screen.
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