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MISUNDERSTANDING THE INTENTIONS, THEY RUSHED THE WRONG DIRECTION, YO: a brief lesson on exploring outer space with fundamental tools

MISUNDERSTANDING THE INTENTIONS, THEY RUSHED THE WRONG DIRECTION, YO: a brief lesson on exploring outer space with fundamental tools

“When, first, we began to explore outer.space, we used our eyes–peering through telescopes, we, next, learned to capture images of the, before, unseen. Since then, we have developed other means and methods to learn and chart the universe beyond what the naked eye, or our most powerful digital.instrument, can see–we have begun, not to send, but to, instead, detect–outer space. In this way, we no longer transmit signals to the darkness beyond our sun, constellations and, direct, sight, but, instead, record what is not visually apparent.  The footprint of infrared radiation from immense gravational sources saved in digital.instruments on our home planet of Dorinto provide a transcript of the solar system beyond what the digital.human.mind can, still, understand; we see, now, what is not, yet, comprehendable.”

I turn up the volume on the digital.TV.

“Hey Bilta”, I yell as I put my feet up on the small wooden table in my living room, “you finish cooking those hotdogs, yet?”

“Almost”, he replies from the back patio, “in a couple minutes, they will be ready.”

“No one cares what is almost done”, I explain back to him, “just hurry up with them.  Me and digital.Bilfty2.1 are starved, yo.”

“I could eat”, Bilfty replies as he turns his head towards me, “like, seven of them–maybe, more if I also had some ice cold soda.”

“Well–remember to share.  We only are cooking up a 20-pack of hotdogs, today.”

I turn my head back to the TV.

“Moderation and we will all get some”, I continue speaking to Bilfty as I open up the bag of digital.papitas.

I put my hand in the bag; I grab a handful.

I turn my head to Bilfty.

“You want some potato chips while we wait, yo?”

“Sure”, he replies as he reaches towards my bag.

I pull the bag back; I roll my eyes.

“Um…”, I reply as I shrug, “so in this household, we don’t take each other’s papitas, but, you can grab a bag off the kitchen table.  There’s two flavors–digital and real.”

“I love digital!”, Bilfty responds as he stands up from the recliner in the corner of the room, “those are my favorites, yo.”

“Yeah, whatever”, I respond as I turn my head to look out the window at the patio, “just grab a bag without expecting us to have a parade that you have an opinion.”

I sigh.

“So Bilta”, I yell, “you cooking hotdogs on the grill or with the power of positive thinking, yo?”

“Almost”, he exclaims back to me.

I sigh; Bilfty thinks that he’s the center of everything and Bilta is slower then a car with a flat tire.

“So anyways”, I yell to Bilta, “you get a bag of papitas, yet?”

Silence.

I shrug; anyways.

I turn my head back to the TV; I should make up a mystery or mission for these idiots to keep them occupied.

“Hey Bilfty”, I yell again as I lean forward and pick up my coffee, “have you been to Planet KSMNO, before, yo?”

“No, boss”, he replies as he returns to the living room, “but anyways… we’re out of digital papitas and so I grabbed a bag of real off the table.”

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