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Posted by: Stormtrooper
« on: May 12, 2021, 05:28:20 PM »

That sounds... Like it could be interesting... Could use this idea in my aar, maybe more people will follow and will start spamming filling the boards with their creations... Anyways, good idea.
Posted by: nuclearslurpee
« on: May 12, 2021, 10:31:22 AM »

- Perhaps ask Erik for a board on Fiction?

Or just make a thread for poetry, either your own work or a general poetry thread to see if the idea takes off. I'm sure Erik will give you a board if you ask, but it's probably worth seeing if there's something there first.

Definitely mosey over to the Fiction section though, this would fit in there just fine.
Posted by: xenoscepter
« on: May 12, 2021, 10:17:07 AM »

 - Perhaps ask Erik for a board on Fiction?
Posted by: skoormit
« on: May 12, 2021, 10:11:23 AM »

So I'll just put this here:

On Stabilizing a Lagrange Point

For three years we sat there
wrapping gravity strings
around an enormous rock.
Tighter, tighter, even tighter still,
an enormity our own feeble minds barely encompass.

And now we are done.

In space, just there,
where before there was nothing,
now is a different nothing--a nothingness--
connected by these tight invisible strings to the next nothingness,
impossibly remote.

The survey fleet is near.
The crews, I imagine, are anxious this morning,
seeing the point from the observation bays,
faint and shimmering.
Final preparations will be made,
equipment stowed,
checklists steadfastly processed.
Do they meanwhile imagine the rush of wind on their cheeks, the smell of salty air, the sound of sails unfurling?

Five seconds to move
farther than the travels of
all their ancestors.

Six planets, forty-two moons, one hundred seventeen asteroids,
accreted by processes inscrutably complex and improbable.
Yet here the fleet goes, to take their height and weight,
to determine how, precisely, our species will impose its will.

But our job, for the time being, is elsewhere.

-Ensign, make preparations to travel to Elcano system.
-Sir!