Greetings dynamic readers. Thanks for being here. We’re discussing the planet Harappa. Yesterday I mentioned that many Harappans are starting their death watch for the world they came from.
Typically when Harappans gather to mourn the often sing an old Harappan folk song called Sweet Peace. It has a sad melody and the words recall a loved one, wishing them sweet peace where they lay.
A lot of Harappans are singing that song these days. In a matter of weeks our world will be no more.
I’m an old fart in every sense of the phrase. I’ve lived on Kusha for eighty years or so. I remember Harappa but Kusha is my home now. I’m not much for sentimentality so I for one am not spending a lot of time watching the vids from the planet.
The EG has daily updates and vids on Harappa. It no longer looks like the world we lived on. The oceans are gone, boiled away several years ago. The last of the harvesters were pulled off world last year. What ever illumaphane is still there will fall into the sun very soon. Harappa is now a molten furnace of rock and lava. The White Mountains where I lived have been overcome by a super-volcano that rose out of the Black Range to the North.
I do feel some sadness at the demise of this world, but more than that I feel anger. Anger at the strange series of events that led to Harvest Day, the death of Paladin and the End of Harappa.
Tomorrow: Harappa when humans first got there.
Never Mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 87
Earth Year 2479
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