The moon. The brightest and largest object in the night sky. Creator of tides. Romanticized bypoets. Mother of Pathos and Pity. Guiding the human spirit for millions of years. Conceived by aplanetary bump in the middle of the night some four billion years ago. The planetary child wouldcome to be known by many names. Luna, Cynthia, Serene.
Playfully circling the earth every twenty-seven point three days. A quarter of a million milesaway. Waxing and waning as the mood took her in synchronous rotation. Forever to show itsface to those that gazed upon her beauty.
Intrigued by her mysteriousness. Man courted this celestial Goddess. First, the Russians in Fifty Nine. Then again in Sixty-six. Like any distant relationship, promises were made to visit. But intime, both knew that was never to be.
Americans arrived. Spoiling her with visit after visit after visit. Pampering her gold tinfoiled trinkets. Then one day, they never returned. The courtship as fleeting as the Russians.Jilted in Seventy-two for a distant redhead. With atmosphere, and alluring canals. Some say shewas the life of the solar system.The temptress name was Mars.
Then came the miraculous act that had separated man from beast. The splitting the atom. And thesubsequent atomic bomb. Releasing unheralded energy. And a radio signal that traveledinstantaneously to the far reaches of the galaxy through fissures in the space-time continuum.The brilliant beacon shone momentarily for all intelligent life to see. A sign that life existedelsewhere in the universe.
That they were not alone...
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Man in the Moon
Science FictionTom stumbles upon a discovery that challenged everything he had ever read about the Roswell crash in Forty-Seven. A satellite that cannot be allowed to go into orbit. Cradling a homing beacon that would signal a fleet of un-welcomed visitors to the...
