I was watching a movie last night. I forget what it was about but it took place in deep space. The main character had to go outside of the spacecraft to repair some thingamabob, and I made a shocking discovery - there was rust. I then proceeded to try and figure out a plausible explanation as to how in the fuck something rusts in deep space… in the meantime the main character was more worried about not being killed by whatever was killing off the crew. During his repairs he started screaming and convulsing. Suddenly a couple of crew members who heard follow the sound to where the guy is…
My wife, sitting next to me, looks over and says “can you imagine?”
“Actually…. No.” Then I’m quiet.
She continues to stare at me, “You mean you can’t imagine being stuckin space being hunted and eaten by an alien?”
I pause the movie, look her in the face and say “No, I can’t imagine why the fuck someone would make a spaceship out of ferrite materials rather than more practical polymers, how it rusted in an environment deprived of oxygen, and how in the hell anyone heard the man scream in a vacuum - for all I know, the people who heard him are aliens because that’s some unnatural shit right there.”
She turns back to the TV, “asshole.”
Yeah, sorry I burst the bubble with the sharp pin of reality, forget the fact that dude was being eaten by an alien that shot laser beams - but I’m the asshole.
