Scientifically inaccurate short story.

Coordinates (rounded): 45.0285 Billion Light Years from Earth.

Estimated time of arrival: 20 minutes.


The year was immeasurable.


The space probe, Voyager 1, had launched from Earth in 1977. But years that measured four digits in length had not been recorded by Voyager 1 for a very, very, long time. Its tarnished silver sheen and singular blinking red GPS signal singled out its foreign nature amidst the starlight, as it raced across the blackened sky, zeroing in on its new target.


It’s initial mission had been to explore deep space. Regularly it had sent back transmissions concerning its velocity, distance, and future trajectory alignments while it passed through multiple galactic systems, some well known, and some newly discovered. The scientists back home, on Earth, would be diligently recording its every position, and hoping they predicted the right answers about the Universe. At present, the distance from home measured almost 46 billion light years, approaching the initial measurement of the observable universe scientists on Earth had theorized in 1977. Soon, scientists would know if the Universe had expanded, or started to collapse, or not moved at all.


Voyager 1 was also programmed to send back data regarding possible exosolar planets, aka an ‘exoplanet. It was one such promising transmission, of a nearby exoplanet looking source, that changed Voyager 1’s mission, and the last received signals from Earth had been to re-adjust its course to this new, promising, discovery. Since then there had been no interference from home, and the space probe continued approaching the exoplanet.


Coordinates (rounded): 45.8684BLY from Earth.

Estimated time of arrival: Seven minutes.


An exoplanet is a planet outside of the conventional Solar System the probe had left, when commissioned for its space expolartion project. An exoplanet is a back up plan. A new destination for humanity, if it ever destroyed Earth. The theories had been proposed on Earth, that for every planet discovered through our telescopes, a 0.0001% chance from these collective discoveries existed wherein one could be viable for life.


A 0.0001% chance for Plan B is what Voyager 1 was about to discover, it’s GPS was saying approach to the exoplanet was close.


It’s transmitting sensors started to activate as it approached the exoplanet. Initial long-range chemical readings proved promising; there were signs of Carbon and Oxygen of higher concentations than other failed exoplanet discoveries. The life sustaining possibilities, by calculations, seemed to be probable.


Coordinates (rounded): 45.9317BLY from Earth.

Estimated time of arrival: Four minutes.






Spatial scan of approaching coordinates indicate no spherical object present in foreground. Chemical detections still presenting Carbon and Oxygen. All chemical signals currently point to probably exoplanet existence. Spatial scanner shut down and Voyager 1 continued its approach.


Coordinates (rounded): 45.9533BLY

Estimated time of arrival: Three minutes.


Voyager 1 still on track to destination. No intereference from home.


Coordinates (rounded): 45.9838BLY

Estimated time of arrival: Two minutes.


Short range scanner detects presence of incoming rock. Iron composite with some nickel. Computer identifies rock composite as being consistent with those of known levels as found on Earth.


Coordinates (rounded): 45.9999BLY from Earth.

Estimated time of arrival: 30 seconds.


Rocks pass by Voyager 1 at an unrelenting pace. A suggestion of a recent explosion is what the scanner calculations on board the space probe predict. Rock continues to careen past Voyager 1, some pieces hitting its external shield in the process. Damage report sent to Earth.


20 seconds.












Coordinates (rounded): 0BLY from Earth.

Estimated time of arrival: Destination arrived.

Incomplete – help me?

This poem feels incomplete, so I need your feedback.


At birth, the umbilical cord is cut.


From this moment, the now phantom limb burns

deep in our gut, and wonders

how it’s ever going to

feel connected again.


Luckily for my generation,

never before have people been so



With technology we can attach,

we can attach,

we can



But there are glitches,

mixed signals,

crossing between what we knew,

and what we now



We know using our hands to swipe is a control,

and as such waving goodbye has become

a command.


We know that while

our eyes

give the greatest clarity and definition,

they cannot be trusted anymore,

because their shapes do not mirror

our rectangular visions.


We know our first words learnt are


 iAm i


and missing from our vocabulary is




We know the heart vibrates

when we receive messages from others,

and soon anatomy books will show

it being no longer in

our chest,

but in our pockets.


(Though every time we raise it 

to our ears, we are surprised to hear

no beat).


We know our ancestors could successfully

navigate all four corners of the globe

by repeatedly getting


Now we play a delicate

balancing act

walking, heads down, too scared

to deviate from the 5cm

tightrope screen,

we tip-toe to

the coffee shop

right in front

of us. 


We know how to like things,

how to like things,

how to like





but not how to love.








Small note, part writing practice/part emptying the mind tank, concerning a mindset I’ve noticed flaring up and dying down amongst fellow foreigners I know. Including myself.


That unavoidable void devoid from, well, people.
Or person. Usually one.

Some label them as ‘The One’.

Now I don’t subscribe to the theory that there is only one person destined to be your husband/wife/partner/co-habitant/blanket thief. I think it’s silly. There are far too many interesting people out there that I often have a hard time being attracted to just one person. This really comes out when my selection pool of whom I find attractive is dehydrated down into a puddle when moving to a city such as Shijiazhuang.

Frankly it’s easier not even thinking about it, and busying myself with other things. It works most of the time. Travel has become easier with the Internet; I can talk to almost everyone back home at every time of the day/night and keep relatively up-to-date.

I think back enviously terrified to my aunty, who traversed the world many times over, back to when her postcards were like gold and A2 sized maps were almost torn in half by the leftover pinholes of past towns she visited. I wonder how she felt, going to these amazing places with no safety communication blanket.

And I wonder if the Internet has in some way ruined my own experience.

Can I never feel fully complacent being by myself when I know there is so much technology out there being used to connect us all? Can I never want to be alone because being alone is now a twisted privilege accessible by those we call dysfunctional and peculiar? I know I don’t want to be alone forever, but I don’t want to feel guilty or confused because I don’t feel like I have the choice to be alone.

Don’t get me wrong; I’d love for a ‘someone else’ to enter my life.
But I’m also content with the fact that the time for that is probably not now.
I need more pin holes in my own map.