It has been said that exobiology is "the subject
without subject-matter".
Here, then, an attempt to remedy the lack.
(1) Reason
would suggest that so splendid a species as the penguin must somewhere have their own
planet. And yet, it is not
so. For the Megapenguins of the
galaxy of Arcturia are restricted
to no single orb, but stride across the bridges of stars, ceaselessly, blasted
by the stellar winds, circulating along the spiral arms. They are searching for something, and
they think that they know what it is, but it cannot be put into words. And with this, dear people, we must
rest content.
(2) One of the lesser-known species of our own planet is the
snow bunnies. These come out in
winter, and scamper rapidly across the tundra until they are happy and
tired. But they have never been
observed, because they blend in with the snow.
On
the planet Lemuria, snow bunnies are the sole species. Like our own snow bunnies, they are
white – because they like to be.
Yet remarkably, snow on Lemuria is a pale, pale green. Hence on Lemuria the snow bunnies can
actually be made out, flitting ghostlike across the frozen, phosphorescent
wastes. This planet has no
atmosphere, therefore there is no sound.
(3) A lovely
planet to contemplate is Numlandia.
It is larger than Jupiter, and proud of the fact. There are many curious species, but
here the koala is king.
Accordingly, too, the eucalpytus reigns supreme. Lacking all competition, it grows to a
height of seven miles, penetrating the eternal cloud cover out into a skyful of stars.
When
night falls on Numlandia, it covers the expanse of the planet, envelops the
whole globe. At that time the
koalas climb to the tops of their tree-homes, and snuggle, and whisper sleepy
secrets among the leaves. Night on
Numlandia lasts for a thousand years.
Softly, deeply, they sleep.
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