As the pilot said the other day when they shut down MSP due to weather when we were on final approach and we had to go circling for a while when we were already well over two hours late – “We just can’t catch a break!”
Not sure if it’s that Nexus thing from “Star Trek: Generations,” the portal that the Ghostbusters opend up for Zuul, or something new. I haven’t been keeping up on my paranormal interdimensional portal identification classes.
It was actually very pretty, but I’ve always suspected that the end of the world will be visually stunning.
At least, I hope it will be. It would be so boring and blase to have 8 billion folks being sent off into the afterlife by something tedious, boring, and mundane.
You know, like, say, the oceans boiling off due to our own stupidity and killing all of the plankton and sea life so that there’s no more oxygetn being generated, with a side effect of weather patterns becoming obscenely unstable, the temperature rising to the point where nothing bigger than ants and cockroaches can survive, and then starving to death while gasping for oxygen. (Wait…what?!)
Instead let’s split the sky, have legions of alien spacecraft pour through (or demons, or dragons, or dinosaurs) and then just have to deal with the Apocalypse. Given how bravely and intelligently we’ve dealt with COVID, alien spacecraft piloted by dinosaurs should be a piece of cake.
Or, and hear me out here, it might just be a weird contrail left behind by some unknown aircraft, probably something really big and really fast.
How droll.
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