Despite my steady ascent towards the larger object i had plenty of time to think. So I began to wonder: what if I wasn't a light particle? What if I were a human? Or an animal? What if I was a green alien with 6 tentacles? Would I be a girl or a boy? Or would it not matter? Technically light particles don't reproduce. The sun creates us, and that's it. We're alone after that. Maybe I'd be like a mule. With all of the different chemicals used to create me, in an alternate reality, I might be missing a chromosome, therefore unable to reproduce. But, of course, all of this thinking doesn't help. It never does. I'm still a light particle on my way to my doom. Even my wishful thinking can't help me now. But, unfortunately, I've got nothing better to do.
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Particle of light
Science FictionThis story is written sort of as a personal journal that a light particle keeps during it's journey. Each chapter is like a different entry, and they have a time gap between each. Warning!: this was a 7th grade science project! Please do not judge t...
