By R. Gene Turchin

When the garbage on earth began to be too much, we gave up parks and enclosed our rivers in pipes. We fired one way rockets full of the detritus of human society onto the moon’s dusty seas. At first on the dark side but after a while we didn’t care anymore, we just didn’t want to wallow in our own refuse. Talking points were three:

At least it won’t smell.
It won’t catch fire.
We won’t get all kinds of funky bacteria growing up there.

They were wrong about the last bullet point.

R. Gene Turchin writes “to construct something out of an idea.”

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