Because Mars
is electric, red, and resistant to changes
imposed by the time-space continuum,
it was the perfect place to build the alien
discothèque. Planetary
minions
flocked to its garish lightshow. 12-eyed Saturians
decked out in full John-Travolta-Saturday-Night-
Fever regalia glow like ghosts under the strobing
black-lit mirror ball.
The Uranian revival
of Donna Summer’s greatest hits streamed
through the Milky Way like a midnight meteor
shower. There was a
hesitant fear of cross-
contamination caused by so many sequins, but
precaution was thrown to the vacuum, when
the local black hole closed out of respect
for the blue-man group’s light-year tribute
to Abba.
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