I sat and stared at the luminous light that crept through a hole in my tin roof.
This was my mother’s dream house, and before her, my father’s. But this derelict house can’t be my dream, not any more at least. My time on this earth is coming to an end and no, I am not dying, but I mean very literally that my time on this earth is coming to an end.
The brand new Ministry of Human Relocation has been advertising that they were giving away one million tickets to the International Relocation Project. What’s that, you ask? Well, you see, the year is 2030 and our poor little planet Earth has become over crowded and as a directive of the UN, many countries have opted to send their surplus population to the red planet Mars. Well, there is this titanic spaceship that the UN finished building three years ago and on its maiden voyage, five hundred million people from all over the world made the exodus to Mars. That was three years ago. The ship appropriately called Exodus is scheduled to return in merely six months and I can’t wait to get on it and leave this hunk of rock we call Earth.
There is nothing here for me any more. I am 37 years old and in my life I have nothing to show except this old house. I had always thought that I’d make this house into something enviable but writing can only pay so many bills and the costs of renovations would be tremendously high. I don’t make that kind of money.
There is nothing for me here. There was a girl once but she wised up to my nonsense eventually and left for good. She was the only person who ever saw the real me and loved him. There is nothing here for me, my family loves me but they know nothing about me. I can’t talk to them, I can’t have meaningful and uplifting conversations with them.
So as you can see, there is no reason to stay on this crowded planet. My mind is set, Mars will be my new domain and I will rule over it! The Terra forming of Mars is already in its final stages. Yes, there were some carbon sites, these were the areas that completely had carbon dioxide without letting in any other gasses. Scientists have been baffled for years as to why these areas exist. Some theories suggest that the magnetic field of Mars pulls specifically on the iron particles in Carbon causing the Carbon Dioxide to stay in one place, but how do you explain the fact that any other gas can’t, even through artificial means, enter this area?
One of the many arguments against this theory, another famous theory but less likely, is that the Martians have built a machine in this area that pulls the carbon and pushes away all the other gasses.
One of the major flaws in this theory is that in the many years human beings have been investigating the surface of Mars, there hasn’t been even the slightest of clues or hints that may suggest that there are or were ever at one point in the history of Mars, Martians.
The second flaw is that no evidence of surges in energy around these areas exist meaning that there aren’t any machines in operation.
So sorry for boring you with the technical but when you’re as excited as I am, stuff like that is bound to happen. What will happen to this house that was left to me by my mother, you ask? Well, I guess I will hand it over to my brother. He has an eye for things like this and would most likely do something beautiful with it. I wish I could be here to see it. But I won’t. By the time construction starts, I will be months into my year and a half long trek to Mars.
Barry Mawonga is a 20-year-old first year Television Production student at the College of the Arts. He has a passion for writing. Email him at b18mawonga@gmail.com.
