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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Speck'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (could be Nine, Ten, or Eleven)
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: But nothing lasts--especially when it's wasted.
Notes: Inspired by the Pale Blue Dot photo taken by Voyager 1 on February 14, 1990. Written in honor of Earth Day 2019.
The Doctor watches a tiny speck of reflected sunlight, hearts aching.
That tiny speck is Earth.
At this distance, it's impossible to see the brightness of city lights that blot out the stars. From here, one can't make out the sounds of thousands of petty conflicts that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. From so far away, he can't smell the stench of the smog that threatens to choke the life out of the planet.
He envies Earth's life, and humans particularly, even as he's heartbroken at their lack of appreciation for what they have. Human beings simply don't know how profoundly lucky they are. They have something so magnificent, a beautiful gemstone of a planet, that they simply take for granted every single day. They have a beautiful world that they should take care of, that they seem determined to burn and gouge and suffocate. They're cocky, overconfident, believing that everything will last forever, just because they want it to.
But nothing lasts--especially when it's wasted.
He wishes that he still had his own world. But his is dust. And if humanity persists in its irresponsible actions, then Earth will soon go the way of Gallifrey.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (could be Nine, Ten, or Eleven)
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: But nothing lasts--especially when it's wasted.
Notes: Inspired by the Pale Blue Dot photo taken by Voyager 1 on February 14, 1990. Written in honor of Earth Day 2019.
The Doctor watches a tiny speck of reflected sunlight, hearts aching.
That tiny speck is Earth.
At this distance, it's impossible to see the brightness of city lights that blot out the stars. From here, one can't make out the sounds of thousands of petty conflicts that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. From so far away, he can't smell the stench of the smog that threatens to choke the life out of the planet.
He envies Earth's life, and humans particularly, even as he's heartbroken at their lack of appreciation for what they have. Human beings simply don't know how profoundly lucky they are. They have something so magnificent, a beautiful gemstone of a planet, that they simply take for granted every single day. They have a beautiful world that they should take care of, that they seem determined to burn and gouge and suffocate. They're cocky, overconfident, believing that everything will last forever, just because they want it to.
But nothing lasts--especially when it's wasted.
He wishes that he still had his own world. But his is dust. And if humanity persists in its irresponsible actions, then Earth will soon go the way of Gallifrey.
