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In our vast, expanding universe, it is not unlikely that another race is living on a planet. But as any other typical story about anything of the extra-terrestrial lifeforms possible to existence, there isn't any. Earth lives alone, holding the only life known to existence. But how are the other celestial objects supposed to deal with that? Do they just sit back? Or do they rebel? Creating a wonderful new world, built with a piece of every passable corner of the universe, set out to outsmart the intellegent life-forms of our planet, and destroy it. View table of contents...



Submitted:Jun 2, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

It was discovered over the years of our scientific progression, that 9 planets orbited the shining light in the sky. That shining light, we call the sun, is what keeps our planets stable. It keeps every hot planet hot, and every cold planet cold. But one particular part of space, one area where everything follows it's own rules, lives a few smaller areas of mass. These rebels of our sun, you could say, float off in an orbit slightly more elliptical than ours, slightly more dangerous than ours, slightly more...dangerous than ours. These are known as the Dwarf Planets. These balls of rock are so small, they do not deserve the title of a planet to the human race, so barren, and so cold. These planets are outcasted, and ridiculed, belittled, and regretted by creation. But who's to say this? Who's to truly decide if these planets are useless. Thats a simple answer. It's the race that observes them.

But nothing in possession of any galaxy can be entirely useless. Nothing that was created by the very hands of god, or by the expanding existence of our universe can have no purpose whatsoever. One races hell can be another's paradise. A water-filled land, with trees, and grass, and mountains as high as the sky is a land where one persons can be happy. But a barren, rocky, dreadful world with no heat, no humanly comfort, is where something is bound to happen. Whether it is inhabited by another species, or destroyed for better usage, it can be made out to be something.

One planet, for a long time, was accepted by the watchers of our galaxy. It was loved, and respected by the viewers of space on our planets. This planet - was Pluto. Pluto is depicted as a wonderful, tiny, blue planet, that's drawn by children in coloring books, and taught as an unexplained territory. But the reality, is that it is a dry hell, as orange as sand, and hard as bedrock. The only thing that could ever walk across the surface of Pluto is the dark energy and matter that it lives in. If one of our species was to walk the land of that planet, he would see nothing but rock, small craters, and makings. Without drilling, supply, and power as strong as the sun, he would see nothing but a hard desert. But as oblivious as the human would be, it matters nothing to Pluto.

Underneath the hard surface of the horrible planet, lives an energy. Darker than the outskirts of space, it calls out to it's brethren. Even as considered a planet, the universe knows its not. Two more planets, not as familiar to our race, that live in the universe can hear the song Pluto sings. Deep into the red stars of our solar system lives a planet much like Pluto. This red, rocky sphere is known as Sedna to us. Sedna shines bright from the reflection of our sun in the darkest parts of night but can only be seen from a few lucky areas of Earth. The other planet, even smaller than Pluto, lives another "blue" planet. It was called by the ancestors if our world, MakeMake. MakeMake, unlike Sedna, does not live alone. Next to many, constantly flying asteroids, meteors, and only light years from the observable Nebula of the Milky Way.

These two planets hear the call Pluto sends out. They not only hear it, but they listen. They listen to the untranslatable words the planet calls out to them. Although, there's no sound in space for anything with a beating heart to hear, people believe the planets still communicate. And they do. The words these planets speak to each other are more complicated than we could possibly understand. They send out a signal - a signal to all the stars in the sky, all the forming galaxies, and all the planets we know nothing of. Even the ones we can see when the sky goes dark secretly betray us. These celestial objects are helping to rebel against the universe, in a giant plan to destroy, or alliterate all that's out there.

For millions, and billions of years, they have been communicating, and every planet that forms around a star learns to cooperate. Although every object is almost obligated to contribute, Earth rebelled from the rebellion. Nothing in the universe can possibly describe the resistance Earth holds, and to the human race, people question why the Earth was chosen instead of any other planet. But the real question is, why would it be? Every planet has a one in billions chance of being chosen for any privilege or occurrence unique to the universe, and Earth just seemed to form correct to the requirements. But these rebelling objects aren't rebelling with no plan. Being separated by billions of years, and millions of miles, each planet, star, and cloud sees a different part of space. A part os space in which it can describe to it's fellow neighbors. And to no object in the sky, has anything ever witnessed life in the sky other than the inhabitants on Earth.

Earth, to the planets of the galaxies, formed so unique,it obtains the necessities to destroy any object in the sky, simply by outsmarting it with the intelligence of the species it holds. Even an insect has a larger range of capabilities than anything else terrestrial, and extraterrestrial. So these planets needed a way to escape the threat of Earth. A way to escape the threat of our oblivion. So as a group of consistently developing objects, they sacrifice energy to their contribution. The contribution being a growing threat to the intelligence and power of Earth. The galaxies and bodies of mass are grouping together to form a new planet. A planet that can outsmart Earth, and not only outsmart it, but destroy it. The planet has a piece of existence from every passable corner of our universe, slowly developing its own qualities. Through billions of years, life on Earth dies, but evolves. But this planet doesn't die out. It doesn't kill it's species, it just continues to evolve. Evolving a species stronger than the human race, or any species that breathes on Earth. This planet, is UniX.


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