
Star Date 2075- 01
Mission Control. “Countdown, zero plus 22 minutes. Prepare yourselves for blastoff.”
“I can’t believe we are getting ready to blast off for Mars” said Adam, the Starship Captain
“Yes, after months of preparation, we are finally going to setup the staging for the first Mars colony” said Eve, the Starship Co-Captain.
“Well, I think we are going to be doing a lot more than that” replied Adam
“More, like what” said Eve
“To multiply like rabbits of course” Adam dumbfoundedly replied. “Why do you think that we were picked for this mission?
“Mr. Musk never said anything about multiplying” said Eve. “I thought I was picked because I had a Ph.D. in Macro-Cosmic Physics.”
Adam just shook his head. He was not sure if he should say anything more at this time. He was certain that all the profiling and psychodynamic training would kick in once they were in orbit. To be sure, Eve had always seemed a bit distant during their months of training, but Adam assumed she was just shy and nervous. He would dazzle her once they were in space.
Eve was lost in her own thoughts. If this jerk thinks that I am planning to “breed” with him, he has another think coming. As far as I am concerned he can breed with himself.
Mission Control: “Prepare for liftoff!”
Mission Control: “Liftoff was successful, and you are now in transit to Mars. The journey is estimated to take only 9 months with the new hydro-plasma boosters. Please take one of your extended dormant pills. These were created in our bio-tech lab and are calculated by your biomass to help you sleep roughly a week at a time. Your remaining time can be filled with flight checks and any recreation you can think of.”
Star Date 2075- 08
“Eve are you awake” said Adam, “Yes” replied Eve, “I have been awake for nearly a day now. I was wondering how much longer you would sleep.”
“Well,”, said Adam, “We need to start reviewing control procedures and vessel checks. I would recommend one week for procedures and then back to sleep mode for a week. Can you prepare us something to eat while I go to the head?”
“What do I look like” said Eve, “Chef Boyardee?” “Or is your arm broke or something?”
“Ok, I did not mean to be offensive. I guess we could take turns with the meal preparations” replied Adam
“Good guess lover boy” said Eve.
Star Date 2075-90
“Ninety days in transit so far and 180 to go. I am getting tired of this routine. What do you say we spice things up a little Eve?”
“What did you have in mind?” said Eve
“How about a little strip poker?” said Adam
“How about you take ten dormant pills and go to sleep for the rest of the journey?” said Eve
“This is not at all what I expected from you” said Adam. “You are not being very cordial or responsive. We have an obligation to help colonize Mars and we could have some fun doing it.”
“Your idea of fun is not the same as mine.”
Adam moves forward to put his hand around her in a gesture of friendship
“Keep your hands off of me” said Eve
Star Date 2075-120
“Mission Control from Mars Colony Mission, this is Eve speaking.” I am having trouble getting Adam to keep his hands to himself. I have woken up several times and found him groping me. Do you have any suggestions?”
Mission Control:
“Eve, this is Mission Control. Suggest you play along and see what happens. Are you aware that there are condoms if needed packed aboard your supplies?”
Eve aghast “Who were the condoms for?”
Mission Control: “Just one of the supplies we thought might come in handy on a long voyage.”
Eve: “Over and out”

Star Date 2075-150
“Adam to Mission Control, emergency, emergency!”
Mission Control: “We have you on communications Adam. What is the problem?”
Adam: “Eve asked me to check on the outside primary antenna. I suited up and went out to check things out. When I tried to get back into the capsule, she would not let me back in.”
Mission Control: “Eve, we have word from Adam that he is locked outside the capsule. What is going on?”
Eve, “What is going on is that he took that thing out of his pants and started waving it in my face. I told him to put it back where it belonged, but he would not listen. So, I told him that we were having a problem with the main antenna and would he check it. I am not going to let him back in.”
Mission Control: “Eve, this is no way to start a Martian colony. Couldn’t you make a sacrifice for the greater good of Earth and the people who love and admire you here?”
Eve: How come no one ever mentioned that I was supposed to be part of the colonization process?
Mission Control: Eve, have you ever heard of the chicken and the pig story. The chicken gave eggs to the farmer and was involved but the pig gave bacon and was committed. We thought you would be committed to this process and not just involved.”
Eve: “Did you ever see the size of his dick? It is smaller than a pencil. If you wanted my commitment couldn’t you get someone with a bigger dick?
Mission Control: “Eve, what would it take to make you a team player?”
Eve: “Well, that all depends. I will need to sleep on that one a little.”
Mission Control: “Fair enough Eve, but could you let Adam back in while you sleep on it? After all, No Adam, No Eve, No colony.

And so, Adam and Eve patched up their differences. Eve had forty-five children while on Mars and was given by Mission Control, the title “Queen of Mars.” Adam was relegated to be her consort. More earthlings were sent on subsequent missions to Mars and Eve ruled that all. Women could have as many husbands as they wanted to. Men could not have more than one wife.
Eve established a matriarchy on Mars and within two hundred years, the colony had grown into a million people. Men cooked and cleaned and served women when called. Word got back to earth that the colony had gone rogue. Eventually, war broke out between Mars and Earth.
The war went on for over 500 years. The final outcome affected the entire universe since before the end of the war many other sentient species had been identified. Most of the identified alien species sided with the Martian women and the planet Earth was defeated. The Earth soon faded into obscurity and was vaguely remembered only as a footnote in Martian Ancient History.
On Earth, Musk was remembered infamously as the man who wanted to start a Martian Colony. No one bothers to clean the bird shit off of his statue anymore.
PS:
I wrote the above story to poke some fun at a subject that is really not very funny to me. Call me a luddite if you want to, but I think the entire idea of a “Manned” Mars colony is a preposterous waste of time and money. NASA and Musk will spend billions if not trillions of dollars to put someone on Mars and do you know what? In Pinal County, in Arizona City, they took out our recycling bins two years ago because they said “The county cannot afford them.”
We can spend trillions of dollars on rockets and so called scientific experiments but we cannot spend one nickel to help with waste and garbage recycling in the county where I live. The money for both endeavors comes out of my taxes. My choice is to spend money to save the planet we live on FIRST and then Mars later. In the meantime, the most I would support for any Martian project would be robot manned space flights. By the way, they say valuable experiments can only be done by humans and not robots. Why is that? What kind of “valuable experiments?” Robots are developing at a rapid pace. If we have the will, we can develop robots to handle any physical tasks that human beings can. It makes more sense to send them to Mars and not live humans. Following is a passage from a paper by Professor Ross King from Cambridge’s Department of Chemical Engineering and Biotechnology, who originated the idea of a ‘Robot Scientist’.
“Today, laboratory automation is steadily advancing, and robots can now carry out most of the laboratory tasks that humans can. We are also now seeing the emergence of the ‘Cloud Lab’ concept. The idea is to provide laboratory automation at scale and remotely, with scientists sending their samples to the cloud lab, using a computer interface to design and execute their experiments.”
“And then there are AI Scientists: AI systems integrated with laboratory automations that are capable of carrying out the closed-loop automation of scientific research (aka ‘Robot Scientists’, ‘Self-driving Labs’). These systems automatically originate hypotheses to explain observations, devise experiments to test these hypotheses, physically run these experiments using laboratory robotics, interpret the results, and then repeat the cycle.” — “The future of science is automation”, Professor Ross King, University of Cambridge, Feb 26, 2024


This years election is going to force people to decide between the lesser of two evils. Trump is undoubtedly the winner in being the most evil person to ever run for president in the USA. His former Chief of Staff said that Trump was the most vile man he had ever met. Kelly declared:


In 2021, we decided to sell one of our houses. We had small homes in both Arizona and Wisconsin, and we were snow birding between each. Six months in one and six months in the other. We started out snow birding in 2010 when we sold our Minnesota home and bought homes in Arizona and Wisconsin. The two homes reflected our disparate needs. Mine was for cool weather, plenty of green and blue and out in the country far from traffic. Karen’s preference was for sunny skies, warm days and somewhere she could lie in the sun for a good portion of the year.
Unfortunately, as they say time and tide waits for no man or woman. We both got older. We both quit working even part-time and the maintenance on both houses seemed to increase with each passing year. Thus, we stood on the brink of a decision. Which house should we sell. Did we want to go sweltering heat or frigid cold? No bugs and no water in Arizona or clean air and blue water everywhere you look albeit with bugs that could carry you away in Wisconsin. An older house with more space and room or what Karen called her “happy home” with everything on one floor in Arizona? Such decisions require the wisdom of Solomon. We decided to toss a coin. No actually, I decided to give into that old adage that “A happy wife makes a happy life.” Thus, it was goodbye Wisconsin, here we come Arizona.
One day while tossing things, I came to my tie rack. I had been a management consultant for nearly twenty years before going back into education. The needs of that job required that I looked like I could make money and even had some money. My suits were better than average and several of my shirts were custom made. However, it was with ties that I went crazy. I only wanted ties that stood out and looked like I came from royalty or at least money. All of my ties were made of silk and many if not most of them were designer ties. No micky mouse ties or ties with golf clubs on them for me. My ties were classy and artistic. When I picked up the rack of ties and looked at some for the first time in ten years, I could hardly think of donating them to people who I knew would never appreciate them. One of the ties I purchased while working with Chevron in San Francisco, I paid three hundred and fifty dollars for and that was in 1992 dollars. That’s what happens when you are making too much money and lose your common sense.
A few days later she told me that she had an idea. She had found a design for a kimono, and she thought she could slice and dice my ties into a number of what quilters call squares. Each square would use a tie and each would be different. Some would be female kimonos and some male kimonos. She thought using silk was great and that I had enough ties for the job. I wondered how long this would take but she was not sure. She estimated that she would need 80 or more squares for the quilt. I began to regret giving them to her. I would be dead and buried before I ever saw my quilt.


















You may wonder where I am going. From obesity to drugs and back to obesity. Well, what if the two epidemics are related? What if there is not really two epidemics but one huge epidemic? What if one is correlated with the other or what if one even causes the other? Could the stigma of obesity lead to more drug use or could more drug use lead to more obesity? What if all the money we spend on arresting drug users adversely impacts the health of poorer communities where most drug abusers seem to come from? Is there any possibility that the two epidemics are related? Consider the following:
We need more than a drug war and more than health education to fix the ONE large epidemic in America. We need to have a war on a callous system that condemns millions of people to prison and death all in the name of selling things. Our purveyors of unhealthy foods are just as guilty of being “Drug Pushers” as anyone selling fentanyl in a back alley. The only difference is that “Fruit Loop” cereal is legal and legally spends millions of dollars on advertising each year while fentanyl is illegal and unadvertised.
Introduction:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
