Carmen-Ecaterina Ciobâcă
I don't remember my mother's face. We've been in the monster's guts forever. The comrade on the right is staring off into space. The hand caught in splints has become swollen. The one on the left is spitting blood. Once a day, a surreal ray descends from above. Then the night envelops us like a dirty shroud. I wrote to him. Before they blew up the infrastructure. People say you've come from another planet to preach that the impossible can be defeated. Living on this planet is no longer possible. Save us. We await the Star at dawn. And the saucers.
Monica Stoian
Crowds, noise, the smell of minced meat rolls and mulled wine. He himself, the father of all things seen and unseen, had come to preach his parables about the future. He laughed with satisfaction when he saw the car park full of Teslas, all sporting the reinterpreted image of the Holy Grail on their hoods. The satellites admired him from above, eager to hear how artificial intelligence will overtake humanity. Who's this guy? South Africa? He should go back to where he came from, we came for the next one.Vanghelie, E Vanghelie[1] after Elon Musk. He brings almanacs.
Ana-Maria Butuza
A medium-sized spacecraft approaches one of SpaceX's space bases, which is directly connected to the Sun. The touchdown was quick and the ship lifted its dozens of micro panels for the millisecond-long charge. Then it continued its journey to Earth, the laboratory planet. Elon had invited several Annarian, Betazoid and Caldonian businessmen on board, who held the following ten commandments for earthlings. A Lotus Esprit car was waiting for them when they landed and took them straight to the Tesla headquarters.
(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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