Back in that time, the earth was a geology tapestry over which the aeons had painted minimalist and monochromatic landscapes with a carboniferous inspiration. Every kind of life form, except the Homos Plus Ultra, had disappeared. This species, obliged by the challenges that the natural selection at a cosmic level imposed to it, took its self-evolution into a new course resulting in the molecular modification of an organism that wasn't base on carbon anymore, but on silicon; with a photosynthetic metabolism that —lacking of an atmosphere whose oxygen atoms had burnt long time ago, or had escaped toward the outer space because of the weakness of the gravity force— processed the gamma and X radiations like a substitute for oxygen.
The Sun, in the rapture of a dark inspiration, burnt all its hydrogen in the bonfire of a nuclear fission looking for the healthier color of a red giant. More than 450 millions of years had passed since its first blush; an adolescent shyness that devoured Mercury and Venus in the course of its expansion. It hadn't swallowed the earth yet, but its effects incinerated all the atmospheres; switched off the magnetic field and weakened the gravity force. In fact, the colossal weight of the red giant had displaced the effect that the earth's weight exerted on the space-time curvature. Reducing in that way the earth's gravitational pull.
At last came the time in which the Homos Plus Ultra knew the days of the life of the earth's effect on the space-time or —to not forget Newton in such ill-fated hour— the gravity force, were numbered. But the Plus Ultras were ready. When they felt the agonic farewell of the gravity force, just closed their eyes and let their bodies float up into the outer space. In that day, the earth saw how her children raised up toward the sidereal blackness: just like spermatozoids searching for the ripped ovules of planets rotating into the ovaries of others solar systems.
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