Super computers would need teraflops of data to calculate the speed with which Comet was tear-arsing across the galaxy.
By now, Comet was fairly sure that some boffin in some lab was sweating over the maths. This comet wasn’t just some Haley wannabe, this comet could actually be the likes of which folk had only seen in movies starring Ben Affleck’s chin and, on occasion, Bruce Willis.
Comet’s tail was a marvel, magnetized dust and gas, one toward and one away from the sun. The tails and trails are what made the Comet noticeable. Like haircuts and shoes on humans. Standing out from the crowd.
Comet’s cousin, second removed on father’s side, had been the one that did for the Dinos. Legendary.
It was a rare thing to be an extinction event. You had to win the lottery, and that came round only once every few millennia. Comet’s name had been in the pot for aeons now but was yet to come up. More was the pity.
Comet had watched the humans for what felt like forever. From afar they seemed like such funny little things.
Scampering about, confused and witless, they tended to bounce from one skirmish to the next, occasionally stopping for a scientific breakthrough or some kind of period of reflection and remorse. But for the most part, they seemed hell bent on consuming all that the planet had to offer them.
Among the comets, the stars and the infinite confines of space, it was a running joke that the humans would be the first species to willfully destroy their habitat. That whichever comet drew Earth in the extinction lottery had pulled a lame duck.
Just what was the point. A waste of time and energy. Leave them to it.
Should the comet bank left and just put them out of their misery?
Nah, best to leave them to destroy themselves, it’s only a matter of time.
