Shoulda Stayed Home
“Go to Mars,” they said, “It’s great!”
So great that I stood in a never-ending queue. Shuffle, stop, shuffle, stop. At least the gate’s arch was visible over the crowd. Finally I was there, the eight metre portal spiralled with a myriad of colours.
One step forward and my stomach churned at the nauseating tug of the wormhole, the universe spinning around me.
Stumbling out the other side, I was greeted by my first view of Mars – through plexiglass. An uninspiring landscape of red, shadowed as the weak rays of sunlight fell below the horizon.
“Shoulda stayed home,” I muttered.