From Afar
“It’s a blue speck. They’re a dime a dozen.” The voice echoed through the cold room. The port
window was open, revealing the bright blue orb drifting among the dust and echoes of the vibrant
“I know so. I disagree with them myself.” The other responded.
questioned in what would be a long interview.
“There are some that believe it to be special for that reason.” The other answered, also acknowl
edging the high probability of this question being the starting point for an interview of sorts.
“But you do not?”
“No.”
“Then why do you believe it to be special?”
heard the interviewee.
“You do not believe it to be special?”
“The planet itself? No. In this solar system alone there are at least nine,” The other explained,
looking intently at the Earth, its colors dazzling from this altitude, “I’m not a fool. I know there are other
solar systems: each with their own planets. Some support life, some do not.”
“The same reason why each human is different: what the Earth holds makes it special.”
“I do not follow.”
“What you see when you look at Earth is different than what I see,” The other explained, “I see
mountains taller than any craft you can build. I see trees older than any of your people, or any of mine.
I see oceans holding d