The music emanated from the golden record thrilled the ears and feelings of everyone within earshot.
“Very nice,” said the first listener, “Wonderful, so simple but so perfect at the same time, three eights, half note...”
“Flawless,” nodded the second one, “Even that name... It is like the composer knew something. You`re right, beautiful. Schicksals-Sinfonie... What does it mean? Fate?”
The third listener wiped the sweat from his forehead with his tentacle and looked out of the flying saucer's window.
“Yes, fateful Fate Symphony,” he said and sighed. “This one was very close!” he suddenly shouted. Luckily the deflection shield worked well and repelled the debris from the third planet of this remote solar system.
“Lovely, but please,” he turned to his colleagues, “tell me this: when they wanted to send some musical record to space, why send the sequence of launching code to our weapons?”
"Things just happen. What the hell."
* Terry Pratchett. Hogfather
Welcome to my world. For the longest time I couldn’t think of right name for this place, so I left it without one. Amongst things you can find here are attempts of science fiction and fantasy stories, my collection of gods, bogeymen and monsters and also articles about things that had me interested, be it for a while or for years. (There is more of this, sadly not in English but in Czech, on www.fext.cz)
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