I’m Voyager 2, and I’m miffed.
NASA commanded me to tweak my antennae. I knew it wasn’t right at the time, but what do I know? I’m just a junket of sensors to them. They got all jiggy over those photos of my Uranus though, but now I’m hurtling through space at 34,000mph without a Scooby Doo.
So, I gave them radio silence until they shouted an apology across the interstellar. Better get back to taking photos, and lining up the Peruvian panpipe track from my golden record to play to passing aliens. Only 13 more years to retirement!
NASA commanded me to tweak my antennae. I knew it wasn’t right at the time, but what do I know? I’m just a junket of sensors to them. They got all jiggy over those photos of my Uranus though, but now I’m hurtling through space at 34,000mph without a Scooby Doo.
So, I gave them radio silence until they shouted an apology across the interstellar. Better get back to taking photos, and lining up the Peruvian panpipe track from my golden record to play to passing aliens. Only 13 more years to retirement!
