I have had the most perfect day.
We have just left a suitable planet. Uninhabited, but habitable. Air so clean, no one passes out from lack of oxygen, or an abundance of smog. Water so pure, you can actually drink it. I wanted to stay, truly. But, circumstances made that impossible.
Those circumstances being orders, of course.
It wasn't the take-off into space that made this the perfect day. Nor was it the last meal of real food on the ground.
It's that feeling you get when you look back at the planet you've just left behind, and you realize just how small you are. And how lucky you are, to see just how insignificant you are. How many people get to realize that? How many people get to look into the vast
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