Ficlets

Oh sure, the government think tanks had grandiose ideas to save the world. Some thought speeding up the revolution of the moon around the Earth would counteract the centripetal and electromagnetic forces that were bringing certain death. Yet others insisted the best plan was to start the moon spinning, which would put the magnetic attraction in flux (plus, John mused, give backyard astronomers a new face of the moon to view).

John marveled at the ideas that were actually feasible when “energy required” was taken out of the equation. He’d read in the USA Today about plans to blow up the moon, and constructing a ring system around the planet. Even Gerald had proposed (privately, as he hadn’t done the math yet) allowing the moon to collide, but slowing it down enough that it was a gentle merging of the two.

John sat in the quiet, dark room, and laughed out loud at the thought of a snowman shaped planet. The green and pink dancing sky memorized him, and for a moment he forgot about the impending doom.