THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 84
…“Are you saying that that is a real universe in a container?”
Celeste stalks the finite inverse cones, believing not that it contains a universe of matter, but a quantity of matter that makes up the universe, which continues to grow while pushing the bounds of the room.
Finally able to speak Celeste asks, “Why isn’t it pouring out of this room?”
“I’m not sure but I am guessing that this fog has something to do with it.” Sampson sweeps his hand through it, capturing then releasing it like the tangible material it is.
“Are we looking through a window or is this an open door,” Celeste wonders aloud.
“Are you saying that that is a real universe in a container?”
“Since I’ve been watching this stew, I’ve seen the birth of a star, monstrous passing comets, and strange inhabited worlds,” he stands on the brink transfixed. “Just don’t ask me how this is possible.”
“If not how, then where, when, and why?”
“Where? – I don’t think this has anything to do with Mars directly, or anywhere close; pick a star any star.
“When? – Judging by accelerated pace of this microcosm, we may be looking back as far as the birth of Jesus Christ, or whenever these people died, thousands of years.
“”Why? – Why that may be the easiest of all, that we meet here on Mars sharing on common goal; for us it is reaching out toward the stars, for them Mars was a steppingstone on their way to encounter other intelligent life.”
“They were on their way to Earth, weren’t they?”
“Or how about on their way back from Earth??”
“Or they ran smack-dab into a virus here and died because of it, like a reverse epidemic that spelled the end of the Inca’s, Mayan’s or any of many other civilizations, big or small,” Celeste reflects. “And we both have failed, each in our own way,”
Ironically put, intriguingly postulated.