When astronauts look down on Earth from orbit, they don't see borders, national boundaries, or linguistic groups; they see one world, a gorgeous blue globe spinning in space, streaked with clouds. I don't know if humanity will ever reach the stars (though I hope we will), but if we do, it won't be Americans who get there. It won't be the
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How SF does the story need to be? I am thinking about translating one which is kind of on the boundary of the SF genre, but I have more core SF stories which I could also send in.
In any case, thank you, George, for stretching out a little finger towards the small ones in nowhere-land, all of us who were destined to float around like undetectable asteroids, with heads full of silly little dreams, in the great vacuum between the stars.
I will do my very best to make my small dream look big.
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what a great post. But it made me go grab my well thumbed copy of Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan.
Ahhh... so perfect. Thank you.
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