Anything to do with ‘r’s is a bit contentious. Like America still uses ‘r’s how they’re written.
Now the British are like “Goodness me, you still pronounce the ‘r’ in cah and fah? How uncouth, we’ve moved those pesky ‘r’s to other words ages ago”.
“Moved to where?”
“Any word ending in the lettah ‘a’ I suppose.”
Personal opinion though: It would be an absurdly expensive way to taint future study of any place we nuke, especially if we want any hope to find any type of life on another planet.
I really hope we find something on Europa or Titan. Both have water and heat, so maybe they’ve got something next to a seafloor vent or something.
We thought about it, but then we signed a treaty or two that cancelled the project.
Relative to what, though? A lot of lore has ghost tied to locations on earth, which are typically fixed places. I guess if there was some kind of astology ghost tied to certain stars it might rocket off in some unexpected way.
Maybe that could be a tool in some exorcist’s bag. Convince a ghost it’s tied to some stars, and trick it into changing its frame of reference.
Sorry, adhd, just saw the microwave background part. What i said still makes sense though.
Tony scratched his neck, his high visibility vest making him itchy again. He took off his bright yellow hardhat, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Now cradling his hardhat under one arm, and a clipboard in his hand, he sidled over to the rich prick. “Look, Enrique, I really need you to sign the…” He paused for a rattling rumble, as a dump truck disgorged another load of printer cartridges onto the front lawn. “…pink copy of the bill of lading. It confirms the delivery was made, and my drivers can get paid.”
Enrique sputtered, fuming. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?“ He said, gesturing at the small hill nearly obscuring his mansion.
“Well…” Tony grunted. “ You better hope that some of these loads have magenta, otherwise these piles of cyan and yellow are totally useless.“