There’s these two machines on Mars, two probes, scanners, sent there by scientists from America. They were supposed to only work for a short time sending back pictures and data. They are solar powered and seem to have restored themselves and are carrying on working way way beyond their sell by date. They set off on journeys across Mars and send back their discoveries.
One of them looked up into the skies and saw it was snowing. The snow never reaches the surface because of the atmosphere, but this machine carried on reporting and saw that it was snowing on Mars.
This kind of thing gives me hope. The secret life of machines.
I always loved that speech from Blade Runner:
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
Time to die.”
Oooh dangerous. I’ve been inspired to poetry.
Snow on Mars
People say that when you die
Your life spins before your eyes
And you can think quite clearly and surmise
What you did wrong and how to make amends,
By then its too late and the story ends.
And any thoughts you might have shed
And all the things you might have said
Are washed away like teardrops in the rain.My big idea is to make a moment,
When everyone who ever shares it
Will understand that nothing is solid as it seems,
That reality is just somewhere in between.
That machines and stones and bricks and bones
Have dreams beyond the stars,
That life is quick and young and gone,
Just like snow on Mars.
Later…..
Whilst this machine is for me, or us. Our “Project of Possibilities”. It really is for everyone. I’ve only just worked that out.
It’s like that movie. The day the earth stood still, or something like that. When the scientist comes to earth and pretends he’s an alien.
Because this concept of there being intelligent life somewhere else in the universe so throws in to doubt everything most people have ever thought about, religions, political structures, gender, the natural order of things, everyone has to thing again. And most importantly start again. And hope fully not make such a mess of it this time.
That’s what I want to do. Create a moment that is so unique, so special, so beyond the realms of possibility that all who witness it will have to think again. Will have to start again.
Easy peasy eh?
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