Man's quest for the stars ========================== Since the first man looked up to the skies, and gazed upon the stars in the firmament, we have dreamed of having sex with them. Even before the myth of Tithonus. Alas, we have learned with great sadness that we cannot fuck the sky. None of us will be that peerless hero who deflowers the virgin sun, nor the gentle lover that quickens in the moon. We cannot even get a quickie from those pinpoints of light that walk the night streets. But! We still hope that there will be living creatures who dwell among the stars. We stll hope that we can travel to these celestial spheres, and find friendship, that our species is not alone in all the cosmos, to while away in isolation. No, that we cannot accept; there must be others. We will find our celestial neighbours, and we WILL have sex with them. Their blood may be corrosive, their lungs respirating mustard-gas, but we *will* have sex with them. Their genitals may be a machine-shop nightmare of twisting razors, their gentle touch may have the force of a steam-hammer, but we *will* have sex with them. How can we do such a thing? This is the same question the second cave-man asked after the first cave-man said he was gonna get himself a sabretoothed tiger pelt. It's human nature to aspire to unclimbed heights, to dare and to overcome the odds, to wish to boink the sky and bump uglies with the stars, to travel to worlds beyond our imagining and fuck their surreal genders hard and long, to slay that bloodthirsty sabretoothed tiger, to joust those dragons that look like windmills and WIN. If our bare hands are not enough, we will invent tools to be our hands. If our genitals are not enough to fuck the stars, we will build new sex organs as powerful and inscrutable to us now as an avtomat kalishnikov model 47 is to those cave-men. When we find we are not alone in the universe, then just as we have walked upon the Moon, just as we have flown in the sky, just as the cave-man acquired that tiger pelt, we will have sex with our cosmic compatriots. It's not a question of 'if', it is merely a question of 'when'. Maybe it won't be you, or your children, or your children's children, but we are all human, and there will come a day when we have left this nursery we call Earth, and we will be among the stars... fucking them.