Sunday, January 24, 2016
McGee’s Colossal Shockwave ((Worlds Beyond) (with Dr. G.B. McGee #7)) In Poetic Prose
McGee’s Underground Abode, on the Dark Planet
Knowing all explosions fade, even monster explosions billions of light years away, supernovas that is, perhaps at its surface being 100,000 degrees, this mega-supernova with the brightness of 600-billion times that of Earth’s sun, 10,000-light years away, Dr. McGee standing on the Black Planet looking up at and into the Spiral Galaxy’s far-off darkness, in the constellation #89, knowing it center to be very compact, boosted by a dense highly magnetized, magnate. A sudden shockwave disturbed the space environment around the Black Planet—causing McGee and his family to find shelter underground, thus the atmosphere filling up, and stirring up gas and dust, and blinding the planet from its sun and moon, dropping the temperature to a near freezing level for several months, killing much of the foliage and all the long ear plants that had evolved in the last million or so years.
Actually what took place—Dr. McGee explained to me one afternoon, after his return to Earth from the Black Planet, and I shall explain what he said now, the best I can: when this explosion took place there was a temper tantrum, throwing off enough heat and radiation to make today’s sunspots and coronal mass ejections look like hiccups. This radiation vaporized most of the Dark Planets crust, the solar wind had blown the remnants back out into the solar system around our planet. Saving perhaps a good portion of the foliage, but not nearly half of what it was. But for less than fifty-people, it would do. Had the Dark Planet, had it been a larger planet it might have lost its outer shell, and become like Mercury, a dead planet. We didn’t have big collisions either during this cosmic shockwave, commonplace on many planets and moons as you know Dr. D., knocking us out of our orbit—it could have done that,, thank God for that it didn’t, we’d have plunged into the sun, I mean the nearest star. But that’s how it was, if that makes any sense. Actually what I remember to be frank was a swirling disk of dust and gas, like a solar nebula, circling the planet, what stuff or material I can’t say, but blinding, hot and scorching.
With McGee’s seven wives in a warm marble like cave, with grand peaks and towers, carved to the likes of a palace by nature, and with his twenty-one children life went on nearly as normal; a creek running throughout the cave’s maze, allowed for a good water supply, and fish and other growths that were eatable, hence, it was under such circumstances, a pleasant, or as pleasant as it could be for those months inhabitants within that hibernation period; and McGee, returned to normal with a tremendously bigger appetite for food than for sex, thereafter.
But all is not well, that ends well, he was getting tired of living a hermit’s life on the Dark Planet, even with seven wives, in that he could do little, to zero exploration into the cosmos.
SF Vignette #7 (with Dr. McGee)