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SANJAY SAYS
A Highly Improbable Story
Completely made up, but still relevant, I promise
This is my first attempt at fiction, and the prologue for a book I’m working on. I’d love your feedback. The content will be speculative near-future, mapping my very real thoughts about progress and society onto a fictional framework.
In an unremarkable corner of a perfectly average galaxy, tucked somewhere between two arms of stellar suburbs, there existed a star.
It wasn’t a particularly impressive star. It didn’t pulse, flare, or perform any interesting gravitational contortions. It didn’t make the covers of the better astrophysics journals. It simply burned politely for billions of years, offering steady illumination like a reliable but ultimately forgettable lamppost.
Orbiting this lamppost was a small rocky planet called Earth.
Now, before anyone objects, it should be made clear that this was not our Earth, that damp little orb glazed with oceans and paperwork. This was a different Earth entirely — not so much an alternate version as a completely unrelated one that simply happened to also be called Earth, as is often the case in a universe with a limited supply of creative naming conventions.
