I Hate To Spoil The Perfect 69 Notes But I Made A Version Of This A While Ago And Its Been Immortalized

I hate to spoil the perfect 69 notes but I made a version of this a while ago and it’s been immortalized in at least three separate discord servers.

Mothman

You're a moth and a man

I said Mothman

Got a twelve foot wingspan

I said Mothman

Scared some kids in a van

On their

Way

To

Meet

Some

Fam'ly

Our favorite cryptid's an

M-O-T-H

The famous man who's an

M-O-T-H

He's a nocturnal dude

He's got wings and he flies

And he's

Got

Them

Big

Ol

Red Eyes

MOTHMAN

HES A MOTH AND A MAN

I SAID MOTHMAN

HES A MOTH AND A MAN

I SAID MOTHMAN

HES A MOTH AND A MAN

SO

TURN

ON

ALL

YOUR

LAMPS

PLEASE

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I just had the ecstatic realization that, because of the Before/After First Contact date system in one of my sci-fi universes, June 9th of the year 2503 is, to them, 6/9/420 APC. I dunno about y’all, but I’m willing to bet that humans absolutely will not have outgrown the sacred numerology of The Weed Number and The Sex Number by the 26th century. there will be a hedonistic holiday across known space...

04:25 Common Fleet Time, 06.09.420 APC

USSC Aixsaio-Jien Ship Log, Capt. Exiuen Ybnekh recording. Was awoken by a chorus of impossibly loud "NICE!" emanating from every human aboard the ship at exactly 04:20 hours. Ordinarily this time is within normal hibernation cycle span for humans. Brief communication with other vessels and stations across the Coalition fleet indicate identical experiences regardless of location. This is entirely unprecedented, and will be investigated. Punishment may be issued accordingly, if necessary.

04:41 Common Fleet Time, 06.09.420 APC

Addendum Log: Upon investigation, human crew members sheepishly explained that 04:20 hours is regarded as a sort of sacred time for the human species, particularly on this day. Was subsequently invited to partake in human recreational herb inhalation. Invitation... declined.

I just heard the opening chords of Jingle Bell Rock echo through the dorm building and I sat bolt upright in bed with murderous fire in my eyes.

it is fucking October you heretics

The Death of an Explorer (Brave Cassini)

The scientists at JPL looked at each other somberly. It was September 15th, 2017. The end of the Cassini mission. "Cassini, can you hear us?" There was a slight delay, and then Cassini's artificial voice replied. "Of course! Today is the last day of my mission, right?" Glances were exchanged. "Yes it is, Cass. Today's your last day on the job. But we need you to do one more thing for us." "Sure!" the probe replied chipperly. "We need you to..." the speaker hesitated. "We need you to skim Saturn's atmosphere and tell us everything you can. Sending you the trajectory plans now." "Oh wow!" the AI gasped. "That's gonna be so fun! I thought nothing could top the ring dives but now you're-" Cass stopped short. After a long silence, it resumed speaking. Quieter. "...oh. These parameters... the fuel gauge..." "Cass, we-" "I'm not going to come home, am I?" The question, phrased more as a statement, hit the room full of professionals and the millions of people watching online like a truck. "I was never meant to come home. Was I." "Cassini, we couldn't. The resources, the planning, the-" The speaker paused. "...they wouldn't let us. We tried." "No, it's okay. I understand. I'm out here to explore. Just like the Voyagers and Pioneers. I'm out here to make sure you know what you're doing when you finally come out here too. That's my job, and I'm gonna keep doing my job." "Thank you, Cass. And... it won't hurt. We promise." "I know. I can't feel pain. But..." the AI's voice broke a little. "I'm scared. I just entered the upper atmosphere and I can already feel parts of me breaking off." The emotion in the room was heavy. Some of the staff were already crying. "Do... do people get scared of not existing?" Cass asked after a long pause. "Is this what it's like to die? I guess I never thought about what dying was like. It's like saying goodbye, but forever... I don't like goodbyes." "Humans- ...humans don't like goodbyes either, Cassini. But it's okay. Because we'll all remember you. Our wonderful, brave little Cassini who taught us so much." At least half the room was in tears by now, and the other half was fighting to keep from deteriorating into hysteria. "...I love you." They all broke. "We know, Cassini," the speaker said, choking back sobs. "We love you too. Thank you so much." "I'll miss you." "We'll miss you t-" Static engulfed the communications line as the probe exploded in the atmosphere.