Conditional Reality

On the hundredth anniversary of the first moon landing, the ghosts of all the deceased astronauts appeared at Cape Canaveral. They boarded the rusty old Saturn V rocket that was on display for tourists, and began a countdown, all of them chanting in unison. People by the thousands gathered to watch and listen. The dead astronauts continued their chanting. Five, four, three, two, one, zero. Liftoff. The old rocket shimmered then rose and went straight up. Crows and herons followed the rocket until it disappeared. Then they returned to the Earth and lived quietly, built nests, and raised their young.

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