Ross Dale Kelly October 3rd 2007
Good Morning World
An ancient satellite returns to earth


Attention world: please turn to your nearest monitor or speaker, and listen to this update of shocking news. There is a satellite in the sky, nearly to be visible. It is nearly identical to the image of a planet in the sky, but will be entering close proximity with our planet Earth.

The United World government was on high alert. They had received transmission from a shuttle of which little was known. Most of what was known was through telescopes and the eye as it scanned the sky from earth, seeing a brightly colored ball moving toward the planet. From the knowledgeable perspective, it was an extravagant cloud of smaller ships banded together into a near planet, which was composed as an entire space colony.

The UW government command center was awaiting orders on the radio with the specialists who designed and were in control of the project, Mercury: the project which was in the sky. The designers of this project were highly regarded professional scientists, who had designed this large ship coming into the view of the Earth sky.

As the commander of the UW Okayed an entrance into the earth orbit he listened to receive more details on the craft, knowing it to be friendly and inbound into the Earth sky. He was receiving orders from the top level of the United World Secret Operations committee, generally directed by two key scientists.

Project Mercury was visible as a small globe in the skies over certain parts of the globe. It was marvelously green, with forests and oceans, and even a particular desert in a large cannon stretching across seas of sand. It seemed to be spinning close to Earth, in its own orbit around the sun, nearly identical, but a degree closer to the sun. It was hiding in the shadows of Earth, to avoid the heat.

The people of Earth looked up with awe during this particular day in the year two thousand twenty. The sky had inherited another satellite as the moon shimmered with the reflected colors from the surface of this small planet, named by code, Mercury. It was a delightful sight for most in the sky, with the people unable to distrust something that was so clearly a safe haven intended to sustain life. The planet probably had much in common, with similar life to that of the life on Earth. This would be to a slightly smaller degree judging by the size difference between the two planets.

To behold an oddly shaped globe moving with grace touchingly close to the Earth, settling in a lofty orbit high above the thickly layered atmosphere of Earth was entrancing to most. Never before was such an intricate space station of such kinds seen in the skies of the Earth.

The excitement was quelled and then directed to the news, quiet with word on the profound sight in the sky. It was displayed over the radio and TV stations with confusion that the apparent ship had come through a black hole in a neighboring galaxy. It had been moving at speeds past the speed of light from other reaches of the galaxy, transported here instantly. The colony as it was called was apparently from Earth in origin, although no one except top level intelligence had known about it.


It was a clear morning, with a transparent atmosphere, all the way to the central hub, orbiting around the planet. Birds were making idle conversation as the early risers began to bustle around their homes and offices.

The whirring of motors began as pistons turned over, combusting with a steady rumble. I was already at the door to my car, fumbling through the many keys to find the one which matched the lock. My mug of coffee was steaming on the slightly slanted rooftop atop the car, warming the air below my neck. I unhitched the door, and slid the necktie nearly to the top of my collar.

Dropping down, I carefully hit the seat cushion, remembering the mug on the roof. Easily edging the mug into my hand, and lowering it to my lips, I took a second to forget the day ahead while staring blankly through the glass windshield.

I swung my feet into the car, resting them on the cold pedals. Immediately, from force of habit, I depressed the clutch and moved the transmission into reverse. With a quick slam, the door tightly sealed, leaving the air unperturbed and quiet. A turn of the key in the ignition, and the coupe began its idle purr. I sipped my drink, careful to cover it before I turned in my seat, looking over my right shoulder, scanning through the side, then rear window.

The mirrors looked so vivid; the panorama circling me seemed to be inviting me to get moving through the brisk air. I babied the gas and slowly clutched my way out of the flat driveway over onto the grey concrete road, slowly turning to parallel it. I gave a glance around and gave the car some gas and let the tires grip the ground and pull me forward down the road.


I rolled down the window and let some cool air rush around me. The car was slowly waking up along with me. We pulled onto the highway, and pushed more throttle through the tailpipe. A crisp bell sounded behind me from the student’s college near my residence. I was on my way to work.

I worked for a republic of merchants which practiced development of geotechnology through grants and internal private governments in a free trade environment. The staff was organized efficiently, with a chain of command that started at a personal level with all on an equal status basis. When I went to work one day, I was asked to take on the responsibility of monitoring the government’s federal armament and their expenditures and actions. After that point I found myself deeply involved in the movement of soldiers across the land to their various posts.

I was early as I like to arrive to work in the morning, allowing time to read a few notes then lean back and reason with myself and the amount of sleep I had the night before. My job today was to ensure that the current shuttle flight between the orbiting observatory and Earth was properly staffed and fueled to make the journey successfully. Having to staff the crew aboard the vessel, I was in charge with selecting the top level scientists and company investment holders.

The job involved some people skills for which I used to determine competence of potential crew, along with some rough statistics to plan for the materials and fuel to be consumed. My choice in work was something that I only considered in the moment, although I did have other aspirations of a more involved life.


I was going to lecture at a class later, looking for prospects in another shuttle trip back to the inner earth solar system colonies. The politics involved with entering upon a large economy and political system posed many variables in our way of life. We hoped to maintain our own patterns and living conditions.

It was an interesting story to explain our arrival. We had been alone in the galaxy for almost a millennia, recording our sights and encounters with strange beings and phantoms. Our planet had survived on its own, self sustained, with liveliness and love for survival. We prided ourselves on the brink of technology and indulged in a moderated but extravagant lifestyle, reusing all which we needed to use.

Our existence, however is not as peculiar as the one that Earth finds itself in now. You see, we are a race of people selected by a secret society within Earth’s limits. Our planet was manufactured from various parts of the galaxy, made to travel through space for a scientifically predicted period of time.

We moved through the universe under our own power, interestingly enough, daring to enter the famed black-hole, in this galaxy. The experiment planet Mercury was intended to float through various black holes in order to travel trillion of miles an hour away from the original location. This flight plan, vortexes included left us traveling steadily at a quick rate, leaping through black holes, traveling faster than even the speed of light could travel. The result is a short trip through the universe, back to planet earth, where the lack of speed leaves time at a standstill, leaving our advanced race about to enter your world the very instant we were created. The families of the inhabitants of this scientist colony were about to meet their great great and further great grandchildren in this very moment. The project they had sent on its way twenty years prior was now back, successful.


Before my job, at a young age, our whole society was notified that the trip was over, and we were back at our point of departure, Earth. I had been studying to help assist the process our colony faced in its entrance into the milky way. Those studies lead to my interest in the physics’ of the universe as we grew closer to our home.

the universe was like a time portal in which an object must always exist. If the universe is seen as an infinitely large and dark donut, you can move in any of the three dimensions through the donut without hitting a wall. However, as it turns around you, there are black holes which seem to be an infinitely long and skinny tube into the center of the universe, then out to a correlating spherical location, trillions of light years away. The black holes reposition you somewhere light-years away instantly as half remains on one side and the other passes through.

The theory behind this theory of travel leaves the issue of time at a standstill as one section of the universe travels more quickly than the other, thereby slowing the clock in one area as the other races ahead. We had raced ahead a thousand years in ten Earth days.


The interesting property about the space in which we find ourselves is its want to expand, therefore it actively clumps all matter in rational pieces as it tries to escape the full space and expand around that which does not yet exist.

The gravity of objects seems to have a roll in repositioning the matter, clumping all planets and stars close to each other. Although there seems to be no reason for this force we see no active reason for the universe to want to expand either.

However, the universe is expanding, and matter is indeed attracting itself. Perhaps these movements are necessary in a galaxy which contains moving or live matter. Perhaps this act of gravity is matter’s attempt to not loose track of its infinitely small pieces in an infinite universe. None the less, gravity plays a roll in transporting matter.


The physics of space is widely understood and studied intensely within the world of Mercury although only the select few brightest individuals applied the knowledge. Though the people had been stranded in space for over a thousand years, its people were sharp and intelligent, never letting up diligence in order to preserve their colony for the ages to come.


Still existing at all points, it seemed we had been fated to pass through a series of black holes, passing through the dark clouds, and moving essentially infinitely far away from our previous location any person could hope to travel through space in his lifetime.


It appeared to be a space ship with a magnificent surface shaped into that of an oddly shaped planet. It apparently had its own atmosphere as well, unannounced how it was maintained.

To the interest of most, it became clear that there was a large cover-up, about to be revealed, as the government ensured safety and responsibility, saying that they were in fact about to speak with the Capitan and scientists which were in fact living aboard. The idea of people living in space on other planets had seemed less than real to most people on Earth, as colonies in space became a norm for one chosen life with relatively little mention of other planets. People of Earth began wondering how these people have been living, and some even looked to the sky, wondering if a visit would be possible.

Though not earthlings, the people aboard the floating world were no doubt human, and were about to encounter the creators of their world as the come in contact with earth for the first time in one thousand years.


There was a green mass floating through the otherwise absolutely dark space around a large sun, many leagues away. This mass seemed to be oddly shaped, full of mountains and valleys, but it appeared to be mostly hollow, like a small cloud around a billowing landmass complete with a fully developed life habitat.

In fact, it was almost as ordinary as a planet, yet it drifted through its own course as it made its way through the small galaxy. It could also be observed that the life aboard this small planet was teaming with activity, maintaining and conserving it as it journeyed through space.

Since many people had become incredibly devoted to their life within the colony it became difficult to understand the situation they were substantial part of. Together with the fact that so much time had passed since the ancestors of these citizens had seen another habitable planet along with the intensive daily activites which each was entitled to, they did not see the beauty of life. A planet, with its glorious size works to survive because the work becomes enjoyable. The average citizen therefore was so caught up in the pleasure of the immediate situation that he choose to investigate little into the matters of the actual workings of the colony. It was no purposeful cover up, but rather the citizens were too involved in the morality of their lives and the importance of their individual work that notice the unusual image of the planet as a non-organic structure in space. This eluded the every day person’s interest enough to keep it out of their daily lives.

However, one autumn within the giant oasis and cities a half darkened target lined with the trajectory, and arrival became noticeable within the imminent future.


It was these black holes which I had been plotting through calculus and physics since I was a young boy, so I was familiar with how our society worked.

Everyone knew that we were a small planet, struggling to maintain our ecosystem, while maintaining intelligence and moral action. This is what is required to survive in this world with as many intelligent friendly people as we can possibly keep alive.

The every last resource is used and reused, with minimal loss. Of course it is inevitable to us that our society will die out one day. It would be nearly impossible to allow any loss of our products in the process of production. So I figured that the childhood story of our planet Mercury, lost through a series of trajectories, was searching for a specific place in which to rest and refuel before beginning its journey again.


It many people had fantasies of large suns, and beautiful ocean planets up in the stars, but we mostly floated through nothing, swinging through gravity fields and around suns, collecting light to continue. Each turn marked an age or era to us as we watched obstacle in the sky come and go.


This, however was about to change as a large mass full of life was identified across an infinite horizon. It was anticipated by the captain his whole life. It was also anticipated by his previous commander, and the story had been kept through the ages. The captain hardly dared to dream of its sight, worried that it would never come in his lifetime. He was so proud the moment he discovered the news that he began to prepare immediately.


He opened the black box within his own home, and carefully aligned the documents, swaying with anticipation to their contents. The ship would finally get to dock at its destination, hopefully successful in its mission.


The papers were perfectly preserved, and full of engineering and statistical reports. It appeared there was a specific location to dock.


The target name was Earth. It appeared that the station would be circling around earth above its atmosphere, and around its single moon. Also prepared with the documents was a plan to land a shuttle, along with an apparent airstrip on the planet. The captain dried his eyes, understanding the reason for his mission much more thoroughly. He was going home, to a place that neither he, nor his relatives had ever seen.


I was back at my home, considering what to do before I started my work for the evening. Picking up a book, I decided it was time to get some of my old reading out of the way. Going back to the bookshelf, I picked up my newest physics text along with the old mandatory calculation calibration book.

It was then when I noticed the last chapter of the later book, a subject that I had not delved into, curiously, because I was considered a masters in the subject.

The first line read as so:

Do not read prior to April 2020, discuss in lecture.

The year had already passed over the year 2020, so I figured it was justified to take a look within the last chapter of this manual. It could contain critical data for the survival of the colony.


Wednesday October 24 2007, 11:52 Copywrite Ross Dale Kelly

I woke up in the ceramic house within the yellow desert of Egypt. It was tall with a bedroom and a kitchen above a dining hall and two guest rooms. Nobody was around for breakfast, so I pealed some salami and grabbed some dried wheat which I had acquired from a trade with a nomad. I pulled my shirt tight against my body, also tying a tunic over my body. With me I only carried my wallet and blade. he inhabitants were about to be shuttled to earth for a congregation over their appearance and the topics of the experiment. It appeared that earth was in control of the whole operation, from start to finish.

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