I‘ve been a fan of science fiction since I was a boy, sitting on the floor in front of a TV, memorized by the little robots in Silent Running. I wanted one and I still do.
The genre of science fiction typically deals with concepts of futuristic worlds involving advanced science and technology, space exploration, time travel, parallel universes, and extraterrestrial life. For me, science fiction creates a future of possibilities, some marvellous in their magnificence, others reflect the terrifying indifference the universe shows to our grandest achievements.
When I think of the universe, I think of the Pale Blue Dot image taken on February 14, 1990, by the Voyager 1 space probe that was launched in 1977.
The missions purpose was to studying the outer Solar System and after fulfilling its primary mission and as it ventured out of the Solar System, the decision to turn its camera around and capture one last image of Earth emerged. In the photograph, at a distance of 6 billion kilometres, Earth’s size is less than a pixel; we are all simply a tiny dot against the vastness of space, among bands of sunlight reflected by the camera’s lens.
The world seems to have lost it’s mind. All this rage, hate, and anger, desperately trying to disguise itself as a battle between good and evil, demons and angels.
But war is a battle between knowledge and ignorance. That’s why truth is always it’s first victim.