“What ya doing, Bud?”
“Just sitting. Enjoying the universe. Staring at the stars.”
“Yeah. Beautiful aren’t they? Someone once said, ‘there are billions and
billions of them’.”
“Yep. Some dude named Carl Sagan, if memory serves.”
“Right. And like them, he too is long gone.”
“Got that right.
Really long, long gone.”
“But, you and I and the rest of us are still here.”
“Yes. Not like them.”
“Well, maybe Yes. Maybe No.
They’re still out there. Somewhere amongst the billions and billions.”
“And, eventually they’ll come back and try again.”
“Think they’ll ever get it right?”
“You mean like us?
Maybe. They keep trying. Gotta give them that. Maybe next time.”
“Well, we are here. And, they aren’t. And…we are still in
charge…for the time being.”
“Yeah. Strange how History repeats itself every 50 million
years or so.”
“Yep. Well, it’s past my bedtime. Gotta go. Goodnight, Bud.”
The Grasshopper rolled over on its side and dimmed his 1,000
eyes to sleep as his friend, the Wasp, flew back to his nest to rest.
