The Return of the Roaches – An Adumbration

In the year 2050 great orbiting power plants were constructed, one for each continent. The billionaires in Moscow send up a smaller private one. Then the scientists in the Chinese station had let the hardy cockroaches they were using escape and before the mistake was admitted and quarantines, all regularly inhabited orbiting stations were infested. So they were shot out of orbit toward the sun, all but the small one which was privately held and had no contact with the others.

Of the rest, all of them fell into the sun but one. This one managed to slingshot around the sun and became a meteoroid.

“Roaches Away!” Bricknevsky was heard to quip. He could afford to be jolly as he was receiving power in a steady beam. At least he could afford to be jolly for a while; it was not long before pirates figured out how to tap the orbiting power source.

And what do you think happened to the last power station, the meteoroid? One day strange activity was detected by the inter-solar patrol ships. It was an unidentified space ship. It was beaming strange things back; could it be first contact? In this dramatic way was the scene set for the Galactic Roach Wars.

In other science fiction news I heard R. Giuliani—the guy in drag on youTube, the transvestite running for president—yell at a crowd that we need to have a man on Mars by some date in the near future. I laughed out loud, but I don’t really know why I should still laugh at anything he says or attempts . . . or any of them.

But assuming a serious person had said it and not somebody running for president, why is it so important to have a man on Mars? The moon for that matter? Do you know they’re actually breeding roaches on the space station? It’s the Russians, of course. You know what is more weird than first contact being with a space-going tin can full of killer roaches? Current events.