[From: Khünbish neOdo]
[Location: Odoist Habitat One, Jupiter Trojans]
[Subject: Odoist Preservationist Cookbook - Preface]
[Rep score: 80]
I have never seen the sundown on Earth. I have never dug my toes into the beaches of the Mediterranean Sea. I have never listened to the night sounds of the Amazon, the movement and trashing of life in its folds. I have never wet my feet in the currents of Yangtze River. I have never. And probably, I never will.
You might ask - who really gives a fuck? Who cares for what you've missed or for your petty theatrics. Well, I care.
We've destroyed the planet that gave birth to us. Humanity was a tumor growing on Earth's face - transhumanity was and still is a Siamese twin grown from that tumor, that suckled on its host and left it a dry husk after it was done. We are a plague. You speak about TITANs, about the atrocities of the Fall? We were the Fall for everything else that lived on Earth. Birds felt the Fall when our crude plants churned out CO2 in the atmosphere. Trees felt the Fall when the acid rains returned it to the ground. The fish, the plankton, the whales felt the Fall when our oil spills covered the oceans. And this is just what humanity has done. When the TITAN swarms swallowed whole cities, devoured millions of transhumans - it was only the last nail in the millennium old coffin that we were making for Earth. She was a battered old thing when the tactical nukes detonated, the antimatter warheads dug craters in her face. It was only the headshot, after centuries of torture.
Now, again, some of you might ask - why should I give a fuck? Well, you don't have to actually. The Planetary Consortium is doing that for you. They're saying, leave Earth to the petty reclaimers and the nostalgics. Turn your gleeful face to new territory to claim - Mars is waiting, Venus is waiting, Titan, Europa and the thousands and thousands of planets are waiting on the other side of the Pandora Gates and are just under our fingertips. We can colonize. Build. Terraform. Multiply. Expand. Devour. Gorge. Plant. Seed. Modify. Use. Destroy. Interestingly, nobody notices what terraform actually means. It means to create in the likeness of Terra, our Mother. To do to other planets what we've done to her. And I, neOdo, from the anarchist unlawful pits of vile agree in this with the Planetary Consortium - forget Earth. But also, forget Mars. Forget Venus. Forget Titan. Forget Europa. Forget the thousands of planets on the other side of the Gates.
Don't devour another planet. Not now, that the Siamise twin called transhumanity has the capability to dwell among the lifeless stars. We can create and multiply here, in the dead of space. We can grow, as the tumor, the virus, the plague, that we are among the stars; and leave the diversity of life to yet again claim the planets that could give birth to another Amazon, Mediterranean, Yangtze River, whale or ant. Leave the planets. Leave. The. Planets.
[Download the whole Odoist Cookbook here. Spread it around, because Mars and all the other places need it.]