Dob Gullibocity stared out from the Booth of Quietus.
And thought his last thoughts.
In life, there are things to regret, and things to be grateful for.
I should be grateful for Emperor Guballaw Boncogti:
- He alone realized humanity had been infiltrated by Lunar Nazis.
- Everybody else believed the moon didn’t support life.
- Thankfully Emperor Boncogti does not rely on facts, or physics, or the traditional Universe to arrive at his realizations.
- Otherwise nobody would have attacked their neighbour.
- Or released poison into the atmosphere.
- I’m grateful the Emperor though of a solution for those affected.
But I regret inhaling.
An Roinn Ultra - Irish Science Fiction 