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“I Just Want to Get Off this Fucking Planet”

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I wrote a story last week called Eclipsed and posted it, a strange story in my view. I don’t like to explain my stories because there’s usually no explanation. I write from the gut. I don’t plan, or think. In fact, my best pieces get written because I’m not thinking. Words just tumble out, and you get that speed going that feels incredible. When it’s over, you’re a bit exhausted.

But I’ve been thinking about this story and want to write about it. Maybe this is a review of myself, a critique.

The story is about two characters who live in a presumably western city (let’s say Los Angeles). In the opening, the protagonist (Tonu) is saying goodbye to his father, who gets in a capsule that jets into the sky and enters a spaceship. He’s gone.

Tonu spends the rest of the story wondering when someone will send him a capsule, and possibly whether they will at all. He wants to leave too, although he doesn’t say it as such to Danny, his friend and one of the only other people remaining. In this story, some people who own a nice spaceship have come by our planet and determined that we suck, that the things we have done are terrible, that we have harmed ourselves and our world. They’re looking down on us and making judgements about who should be saved – who should be taken off the planet. Tonu and Danny are apparently not worthy, however, and end up walking through a derelict city, more and more alone. They can do anything they want, go anywhere they want, but really they just want to leave as well.

The guts of the story is our own culpability. The story is meant to mimic rapture, in a biblical sense I guess, only here, it’s not God calling the worthy up to Heaven. It’s aliens calling us to a different planet. But only the worthy shall ascend, and Tonu and Danny are perhaps not worthy. We see hints of why this may be so for Tonu, and his nature, but not so of Danny. And eventually, she gets her capsule. Tonu is devastated, because he may be the last person left, and he can’t understand why, what he’s done to deserve that.

It’s a good question. Are we worthy? Do we do things that contribute to the downgrading of ourselves and our world? Or do we hold each other up and elevate the human race while minding our planet? In these days, I think it’s so important to raise a fist and speak out. Many of my blog colleagues are doing this currently, and I love them for it. You are the worthy. You are raising fists. To me, many are the worthy. Others seem to think it’s best to put people down, to degrade others in order to elevate themselves. I will pray for a capsule for that lot.

In the end, Danny pulls Tonu into her capsule, cramped as it is. She cradles him like a baby, something Tonu had suggested to her numerous times that they should make together, because they might be the last humans left on Earth. In Danny’s mind, she just wants to get off this fucking planet. Tonu is okay restarting the human race, but really, the question is: are we worth it?

I think we are. I know we are.

We’re not going anywhere. This is our world. This is who we are. There’s no mystical salvation for us, Godly or otherwise. We live and die here, and we leave a world as we choose to make it. So maybe I need to write a story about raising a fist, not leaving with some ET’s into deep space. Maybe I need a sequel to this story, or a companion. Because this isn’t good enough of a story to say what I feel. I can’t escape myself. We can’t escape ourselves. We have to rise, and be strong now. We can’t run away. So I’ll put my mind to that, a better narrative, a stronger fist lifted the way I hope we lift ourselves up.

In the meantime, for all you speaking out, thank you.

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7 thoughts on ““I Just Want to Get Off this Fucking Planet”

  1. I, for one, definitely got your original story but still thank you for your expounding upon it and including your personal thoughts.
    I, too, know I don’t do enough. Let us raise our fists for betterment!

  2. Since you wrote the original piece I’ve thought about it. What if the pods were the only way we could get away from 45 and this imploding world he has been orchestrating. We could leave him and his followers behind in the rubble to rule their kingdom and the rest of us could go on to create an amazing world with everything we have learned not to do.

  3. You know that we were all taken to another planet to be used as a food source, right? Soylent Green is people. Also, some of us are worth it. Unfortunately, all the survivalists I have seen are not. The irony kills me. You probably are worth it. You should start digging a bunker and stock up on guns and moose meat!

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