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Happy World UFO Day!
Solar System’s First Interstellar Visitor Dazzles Scientists | NASA
Astronomers recently scrambled to observe an intriguing asteroid that zipped through the solar system on a steep trajectory from interstellar space—the first confirmed object from another star.
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Second Treasury Epigraphs
At the front of Lost Cactus – The Second Treasury, an epigraph page highlights three quotes summarizing Lost Cactus in three parts: freedom, science, and humor. The first is a quote by Cato the Younger reflecting a pithy case for freedom and liberty. The second is by Albert Einstein on what constitutes reality and scientific thought. And the third quote is from none other than Cato the Alien, representing wit and humor.
While brainstorming names for the cast of characters, I came across Cato, immediately pairing it with the Lost Cactus’ resident alien. The acronym for ‘Catastrophe at Take Off.’ was an added bonus. (My Cato crashes his share of ships, sometimes on purpose.) The connection to Cato the Younger followed. The Roman troublemaker was a rebel in his day, grating Caesar and official Rome similar to my alien bucking the bureaucrats on the classified base in the middle of the desert.
Whoever would overthrow the Liberty of a Nation, must begin by subduing Freedom of Speech… Without Freedom of Thought, there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such Thing as publick Liberty, without Freedom of Speech…
Cato the Younger
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Albert Einstein
In space. there are no happy meals.
Cato the Alien
Meet DOC
Way back in 1947 the first Quonset hut cast a shadow on the remote desert parcel destined to become Lost Cactus. Soon after that, an entire base arose out of the harsh desert landscape. And within the top-secret national laboratory ~ built on that base ~ a mysterious scientist known as Doc has had carte blanche to create, concoct, and conjure with impunity to this day. Doc’s youthful appearance masks his advanced years; no one knows his real age, or where he’s from, for that matter. Doc is happiest working in his lab, but he ends up sidetracked by the small band of genetic misfits he created.
As if that’s not enough, his brilliant DNA reanimation technology has led to a few deceased celebrity sightings around Lost Cactus, such as Elvis standing in line on Taco Tuesday in the Lost Cactus cafeteria. The fact that the reanimates zombify within a short period has him in a quandary. Doc also has a secret warehouse of brains he acquires when prominent people unwittingly check a certain nondescript box on their tax returns ~ thereby granting Doc post-mortem cranial access. His task? To transplant the brains into new bodies, easier said than done.
Keeping Lost Cactus on the cutting edge of science is Doc’s mission ~ just so long as the tax money keeps pouring in.