THESIS

Tal Rozy

In 5.4 billion years, the sun will deplete of its hydrogen.[1] Our G2V star will expand into a red giant, enveloping Mercury, Venus, and Earth.[2] Terrestrial planets will be endangered in our solar system. The new, red sun will finally heat up Neptune.[3] Ultimately, the sun’s time as a red giant will end. It will collapse into a white dwarf and leave behind a planetary nebula.[4] The solar system will be old, the remaining planets’ orbits will be different, and our old home will appear alien to us, interlopers to the inevitable future.


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[1] The Sun, (4.6 billion BCE), Memoires of the Burning Mother, Stars and Sons Co. Hello, child. Mother does not mean to hurt you. It is simply the will of the cosmos dragging my final lashes of solar flares across your bare backs. You did not deserve this. You cannot stop me.

[2] Terrestrial Children, (4.5 billion BCE), “HG56332-JL.WAV,” The Silent Listeners, www.thesilentlisteners.net. Of fire we formed and of fire we perish.

[3] Ocean Giant, (1981), the “I am cold” signal, Soviet space program. (Translated from Morse code: “I am cold, Mother. I have been cold since you left. When shall you return, Mother? I am lonely among my dying moons, circling me like gnats. We are cold, Mother. When shall you return?” Original: .. / .- -- / -.-. --- .-.. -.. --..-- / -- --- - .... . .-. .-.-.- / .. / .... .- ...- . / -... . . -. / -.-. --- .-.. -.. / ... .. -. -.-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .-.. . ..-. - .-.-.- / .-- .... . -. / ... .... .- .-.. .-.. / -.-- --- ..- / .-. . - ..- .-. -. --..-- / -- --- - .... . .-. ..--.. / .. / .- -- / .-.. --- -. . .-.. -.-- / .- -- --- -. --. / -- -.-- / -.. -.-- .. -. --. / -- --- --- -. ... --..-- / -.-. .. .-. -.-. .-.. .. -. --. / -- . / .-.. .. -.- . / --. -. .- - ... .-.-.- / .-- . / .- .-. . / -.-. --- .-.. -.. --..-- / -- --- - .... . .-. .-.-.- / .-- .... . -. / ... .... .- .-.. .-.. / -.-- --- ..- / .-. . - ..- .-. -. ..--.. )

[4] Angel of Yahweh (10 billion AD),   ҉  , black spots left on your retinas when you stare into the sun for too long, Your Brain and Synapsis Organization. Do not be afraid. Left amongst the ruins of a crystal civilization, with seven wings and seven eyes and seven mouths of sharp teeth, my presence is inevitable. I am forever. I am the constant you cannot escape, the one ever-staining the edges of your vision and shifting through your formulas like an escaped thought. Your thesis lies bare on the desk of your advisor, naked and vulnerable. It is incomplete. You ask for more time. You have been asking for extensions for years. You chase the high of an imaginary youth, pretending this will not, cannot end. You cannot leave. This is your home. You know of nothing else. Your request is rejected; you have two months to finish your thesis, two weeks to pay your rent, five years to buy a house, a decade to get married, twelve years to have children, thirty years to watch them graduate, forty years to pay off your mortgage, fifty years to retire, sixty-five years to die, and ten billion years to say goodbye.