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Sometime, astronomically soon, our dying sun will swallow up this planet and along with all that matter will go all that mattered. . . And scientists from a distant star will probably observe our ending and, if there isn’t too much news that day, we'll get a casual mention on some sort of radio station, after all the politics and just before the sport and weather, from our science correspondent. And some distant-star commuter, stuck in inter-stellar traffic, hearing of our final curtain, may just look in our direction; no, correction: ex-direction and wonder if our lives were any better.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
Any Better?
Sometime, astronomically soon, our dying sun will swallow up this planet and along with all that matter will go all that mattered. . . And scientists from a distant star will probably observe our ending and, if there isn’t too much news that day, we'll get a casual mention on some sort of radio station, after all the politics and just before the sport and weather, from our science correspondent. And some distant-star commuter, stuck in inter-stellar traffic, hearing of our final curtain, may just look in our direction; no, correction: ex-direction and wonder if our lives were any better.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
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