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theeverdream) wrote2009-10-03 05:17 pm
theeverdream) wrote2009-10-03 05:17 pm
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Fic: Children of Icarus (PG, SGU, Rush POV)
Nine chevrons.
Nine.
It was not meant to be this way.
We were meant to march to our new, exciting destiny, proud and unafraid.
Instead I watched poor broken pieces of humanity fly from the event horizon, expelled from the puddle-womb of a mother dying in childbirth.
And the children of Icarus weep.
*****
Blue tendrils of faster-than-light mist, and as I stared I wondered, my soul touched.
Then later I uttered the words "billion light-years" and wondered again. How many of these children truly comprehend such vastness?
*****
An old, old ship. Entropy has not yet won its fight but it has tried indeed.
I must save us.
Nine.
It was not meant to be this way.
We were meant to march to our new, exciting destiny, proud and unafraid.
Instead I watched poor broken pieces of humanity fly from the event horizon, expelled from the puddle-womb of a mother dying in childbirth.
And the children of Icarus weep.
*****
Blue tendrils of faster-than-light mist, and as I stared I wondered, my soul touched.
Then later I uttered the words "billion light-years" and wondered again. How many of these children truly comprehend such vastness?
*****
An old, old ship. Entropy has not yet won its fight but it has tried indeed.
I must save us.