The father of one of my mates worked in the UK space industry and he’s been saying for years that all the nations of the world should be pooling their budgets for planetary defence. Not only are we screwed if one hits us but also, the detection speed (although improving, now) of them is not good, either. Meaning, we’d probably have very little notice of our impending doom.
I wonder at what stage (assuming ‘they’ knew) ‘they’d’ inform everyone…if at all?
God knows, it would probably leak out only to be confirmed by some press conference, perhaps. I suppose the time involved would make the real difference…
What’s the point in knowing? We all know that sooner or later we ARE going to die, just make the best of what time you have, don’t worry about the future - it will literally kill you!
I agree with tricpe. Knowing may trigger people that fear consequences to no longer fear them.
INT - THE OFFICE OF THE COLLYWOBBLE SPECIALIST - DAY
TRICPE lounges elegantly in front of a desk in a well-appointed medical office. Opposite him a SPECIALIST is consulting charts and images.
Specialist
I’m sorry Mr Tricpe, the x-rays have revealed that your necrotising collywobbles have begun to masticate at the Shankley-Klopp bifurcations of your glutei maxima. I advise you to get your affairs in order and…
Tricpe leaps to his feet and jams his fingers into his ears
Tricpe
La-la-la! I can’t hear you! La-la-la! I won this election!!!
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EXT - OUTSIDE THE SPECIALIST’S OFFICE - DAY
FLEE - spattered in gouts of blood - is beating passers-by to death with a maple-syrup enriched ham.
When you see it (an asteroid) you’ll shit bricks, as the saying goes. Unless you’re a wombat, then you shit bricks on a daily basis.
We invented cubism!!
Pfft our dome is indestructable.