|Green Earth, Brown Mars (standard:other, 479 words)|
|Author: aiko-chan||Added: Jan 27 2001||Views/Reads: 2335/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story set in the future about a girl reluctantly leaving the wasted Earth for a life on Mars.|
Chelsea pressed her hands to the glass of the space shuttle window. Below her, the Earth was getting smaller and smaller as she and her family left for the space station on Mars. She hadn't wanted to leave. It was true, the Earth was polluted beyond help now. There wasn't enough land to grow crops, nor was there enough water to satisfy the population of over ten billion. There wasn't even enough land to live on anymore. Of course people had to leave. But Chelsea didn't want to. Chelsea had never seen a blue ocean --- all the oceans were brown now. She had never seen a pale blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds. The sky now was a murky shade of yellow-orange, and the clouds were a dirty brown from pollution. The only green grass Chelsea has seen was in books. Yet she didn't want to leave Earth. Earth was her home. Dirty and unusable as it was, it was too hard to let go of. She knew that one day she'd have to leave. But she wanted to see a flower first, at least. There was a museum in Tokyo, Japan, that had a few flowers in it. Chelsea wanted to see the flowers so badly, but she never got the chance. Her great-grandmother has told her stories about summers on the beach in Hawaii, back when the sand was white and the water clear and cool. She told Chelsea about climbing trees --- real trees! Not the synthetic ones that hummed as they produced oxygen, but real, living, green trees! She told her great-grandaughter about fields of flowers that stretched for miles, about blue skies, cool breezes, and drinking pure spring water, the kind you could buy in stores back then. Oh, what Chelsea wouldn't give to travel back to the time when her great-grandmother was a little girl. As the Earth grew miniscule in the distance, a tear rolled down Chelsea's cheek. Her parents assured her that Mars would be like a "brand new Earth". Like it used to be. "But that's impossible!" Chelsea had protested. "You can't just pretend it's the same! It's not home." Now, as the shuttle touched down on the surface of Mars, Chelsea felt her heart sink. She already missed her brown, smoggy home, where she had played in the closed-in sandbox when she was a toddler, and played snapball in the inflated domes. She missed walking by the murky river, tossing in blades of dry brown grass and trying to imagine the water being clear. That was all gone now, however. Now she could live on Mars, with clear water and a real, unpolluted sky. Yet she'd rather have the dirty Earth any day. For as far as Chelsea was concerned, letting go of her brown Earth for a green Mars was harder than living without pure water. Tweet
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