Tuhle věc jsem napsal přesně za 50 minut. Asi, až nebudu tak unavenej, se na to podívám a upravím to. Chtěl jsem tentokrát něco milejšího, nevinnějšího, ale zase ne kýčovitýho. Splňuje?
Fakt mě překvapilo, jak lehce se mi to psalo.
Meet Molly. She lives in space, on a cold piece of rock. There's no human around to specify what it is - a minor planet, an asteroid? Doesn't matter. Anyhow, she spends most of her days just lying on her belly, sunbathing her yellow and orange scaly back, regenerating her energy that comes from the Blue Sun. And when she's sunbathing like that, she looks out, to the empty space.
Did I say empty? Well, not entirely. Of course, there's the Blue Sun. But there's one more object. Another piece of rock, platform, whatever, very similar to hers. Orbiting around the Blue Sun in the same direction, too. Green Glob lives there. He's sunbathing too, lying, watching Molly.
And so, they just lie there, stare at each other. They've never met anyone else, but it doesn't really matter that much. Thay have each other. Sometimes, when their platforms get close to each other, they can talk, or, more like, shout at each other. Molly even learnt talking because of that. But last time that happened, it was ages ago. The orbiting is slow and only during certain part of the year their planets get near enough. I mean - near enough to shout. Not near enough to jump.
You know, jumping would be dangerous in space. At least that's what Glob's mum always used to say. "The space never did anyone any good." she used to say. She doesn't anymore, though, because she died. When she did, Glob threw her out into space. That's what she would want. That's only thing the space is good for, she used to say.
Glob remembers it very well. He used to be so sad, back then, when his mum died. He felt like he needed a shoulder to cry on. And he couldn't use his mum's shoulder, because he threw her out to space. Back then, he did a lot of calculations and grahps. Molly had no idea what he was doing, and he himself had barely any. But if any of those numbers were right, the chance of successful jump from one rock to the other was about 20 %. Now, however, the rocks were a little closer, than when he measured it, so now it would be 37 %. But still, neither of them would risk their death, even for something so great, such as finally being together.
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And so they lived. Nothing special, nothing weird. Just sunbathing in the Blue Sun. Until that one day had come.
Molly was just thinking. "It'll be soon, I think, that our rocks are close enough again, so we could talk" she thought. And as she was thinking, she was gazing with a blank stare at the stars. Until she noticed one thing. One of those stars was getting bigger. Śoon it got so close, that she could tell -- it definetely wasn't a star. Only something glowing in the light of Blue Sun. Just a piece of rock. Maybe asteroid. Just like the two that she and Glob live on. Then she realized something.
The third rock was aiming directly for Glob's rock. The hit was imminent. Glob noticed it too, but way later than Molly did. He panicked. Now, if this is not going to kill me, it's going to turn the orbit of my rock away from the Molly's. And being alone in the space is as good as dead.
So, maybe, it's time to jump now. He doesn't have time for making calculations this time. He doesn't know how dangerous the rock is. But because of that, he presumed 100 % chance of death or orbit reversal. Which is 63 % more, than the danger of jumping. Still, though... if the rock kills him it's not his fault. It's not a suicide. And getting killed by the rock... well, maybe he should just accept it as a fact.
But then again, if he doesn't jump, his life is wasted. If he jumps, well, he'll die a hero, if at all. He's just such a coward. He can't decide. Even deciding whether to throw mum into space took him too long. And that's the only other important decision he had to ever make.
Purple tears started dropping down his skin. "What now -- what now?" He sobs. "I don't want to die -- not in space -- not now -- not at all... not now!" Now, he's obviously picking himself up. Shouting madly instead of crying. Maybe even Molly heard him, that's how loud he is.
He stands up. Looks at his calculations, stands in the exactly best spot - the one with highest potential chance of a succesful leap. He looks at the Blue Sun, as this may be the last time he does and then,
he jumps.
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