...Finally the spaceship commanded by captain Takeshi Honda is leaving the Ëarth at a prudent-long distance, escaping right before the end, an Ëarth which blows in implosion, autofolded like a deflated tangerine due to terminal unintelligence in the digital Spock Tabula, which controlled the magma under -1ª Veira: the eyes of the 11, last survivors of a planet which disappears in collapse see the red body burning down one side to turn into bläck, swirling at monstrous speed: the night and the cosmos swallow the ignited Hell, the last flaming residues of what once was La Tierra...
11 years took, 11 years to prepare the escape from an announced end, for the captain Honda and his 10 men, 11 with him; preparing with patience the spaceship, occult in the pluvial jungles of Hokkkaido, 11 men during 11 years, it took.
During the cold Hokkkaido winters, the 11 men lived in to the already built spaceship, conversing and drinking nice cups of hot chocolate: the always sharp and alert Japanese mind could foresee the final disaster, because the captain Honda had access (by chance) to certain scripts from 1972, left by the professor Moto Kawasaki: due to logarhythmic calculus, Kawasaki determined the terrestrial aberration translated in to final collapse for the year 2.111, 11 years before 2.111, captain Honda and his men, who were 10, 11 with him, started with the "escape project"...in the rest of the world, especially in the west, the Kawasaki calculi, also called "Kawasaki fraud", were deemed "pure bullshit, carved by a decadent Anime onanist", or as the professor Langley Chicley, from the Sheffield University called it: "urinal theories for monkeys".
The digital Spock Tabula never could suffer a collapse, they said, it was thermonuclearly impossible if the nominal Veiras were currently -1/2ª, and so it was for th last 80 years at least: the magmatic pustula could not suffer a superior deviation to the 4 or 5 in its "plump out" phase, which did contradict the Kawasaki theory so far: everything was denied and forgotten...
...While the last scorched and burning astral chips of the Ëarth get finally out of sight, the captain's Honda mission enters stratospheric space, to shift finally toward an unexpected destination...the Sun?
At high-speed the spaceship needs to pass too near to the burning ambition of the lion-star, the Sun, which combusts with blinding light: effectively: this dangerous road is needed to reach an easy way out from the -still- powerful magnetoacustic waves from the Ëarth's stratified atmosphere, which whirls in a centripetal mare magnum, ready to its dissolution...the spaceship was built in fireproof material, also its windows, everything which is hermetically sealed, to save any vicissitude.
The terrestrial danger is practically avoided, though another peril comes closer: according to its speed, captain Honda nd his 10 men (11 with him), would reach the solar sphere in 11 minutes, scary fact which takes Honda to diminish the speed to a minimum: notwithstanding, the peculiar material the spaceship is built in acts like a sort of reciprocal-angular magnet with the Sun: the approximation couldn't be avoided now...
Effectively: in a few minutes, the fireproof vaisseau spatial is reaching the solar incineration, crossing now on through the immense, incalculably horrid flames: the spaceship is being taken toward the very core of the Sun by its own inertia...now; NOW.
Now the space vehicle is going through the gaseous giant at prodigious speed: the impulse power are going to take them to the other side of the Sun's surface in 11 minutes, being hopefully ejected toward the ample outer space by the self-propulsion: the refrigerators are on; suddenly, the 11 men see themselves appearing out of the solar interior: a white beam inundates the cabinet with a light which doesn't allow to see anything than it. IT.
The 11 men scream in panic; they are crossing the superficial flames now, being the spacecraft ejected toward the stratosphere again, on through an universe of flames, away from that Hell...toward the blue and calm space which never ends...
Never ends.
The eternal-blue night of the cosmos leads them, like a silent whisper in calm now, toward their next step: Neptune, to get out of the Solar System...the self-fed reactors cannot let them down somewhere, they want to go anywhere, somewhere.
The eternal blue-night of the cosmos leads the 11, last survivors from an Ëarth which disappeared, flying in the blue calm of the astral night now: 11 minutes to Neptune...then, to go beyond, toward other worlds, toward other suns, as far as their lives can allow them to.
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