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This part of the Galaxy is called the Out Of Bounds---

because none of the BounderShunts traversals

come anywhere near it---neither the tourists'

charters, nor the far more profitable freighters;

just too far off the threshened path to be viable.

Caught in the gravitational this star that is

burning too rapidly and soon will exhaust

its given supply of hydrogen, like many others,

noticed and unnoticed.  That particular

planet that is just now swinging around

toward us, as we cross the plane of its orbit, is

nothing more than a misshapen stone, layer

upon layer of rockslabs, twisted, stretched, and

mangled by incalculable forces within and beneath

them.  No atmosphere, no hydrosphere, and no

capablity of suppoting life of even the most

elementary cellular form, let alone sentience.

Planets like these always occupy the periphery of

our commerce fields, unremarkable relics of a

cosmic process that does not always work out well.

Space legend---which is mostly wishful gossip---is

rather verbose about this sort of object; and this

particular specimen (now appearing to swing

away from us as the movement of this vessel

alters our perspective) is said to have been

named. Earth; and its star, the Sun; and of its

inhabitants nothing at all is known---not even

artifacts or debris through which to swift.

Although a nice tale to hear over drinks, or to

fool some overly confidant cadet, just out of

Cosmoversity, it lacks any substance of fact.

Some obscure Poet, somewhere, or some

alienated prankster (speaking, perhaps, out of

both sides of both od its mouths), once

constructed these names; but the absence of

evidence adequately demonstrates the

fictional---but rather resilient---nature of this

sort of speculation.  We should be a more

serious people; we should not have time nor

any desire to participate in such digressions.

Starward