Gradual Ascension
Our chariot glows with blue and green energy as we ascend. Father holds my sister and mother close. I alone am pressed against the transparent shielding of our craft. Trailing us, like the intermittent tail of a comet, wisps of ionized gasses mark our ascension, and are witnessed by terrestrial watchers; Aunt Deedra, and the others who came to wave us aloft.
I look to the velocity indicators—to father. We smile at each other. He understands my excitement—I, his pride. He, after all, has labored to bring us to the stars.
They call it, ‘Earth’s Tail’. But it is so much more. One hundred miles of carbon-carbon fibers woven on the loom of science. Metalized nano-composites formed, and perfected on imagination’s lathe. An elevator is all, some say—But it’s so much more.
I alone look down as earth fades below. I imagine electromagnetic super-conductors energized by a thousand fusion reactors and powering the motor of our ascension—and, I imagine riding a steed, born of man’s dreams, skyward, clinging to its mane of exotic energies.
Positional thrusters maneuver our craft into a geosynchronous orbit as we break free of the earth-bound tether. I watch—breathless, as the hundreds of other craft break free as we do, into space.
I’m reminded of a video depicting ejaculation. From my vantage, high above the planet, it appears, as I watch our own craft, and the others erupt from the end of the hundred-mile-long elevator, it looks much the same. Tiny proto-life, bursting into the darkened womb, then racing headlong, toward the mother egg.
Father speaks, encouraging my mother and sister to unbuckle their harnesses, and prepare for the meal. They pass food packets to everyone. And we have three full hours to enjoy the view.


