Blast-Off Minus 8 Days

I, Byron Barnett, just found out that I have to get a shot right before I board the rocket-ship taking me to the Moon. (The Biarritz.)

This brings me to a subject I spend a lot of time thinking about: deadly diseases.

A really great thing about the Moon is, they don’t have any.

No Bubonic Plague, no Ebola, no Malaria, not even Influenza (aka The Flu).

I don’t believe they even have colds on the Moon, cause you’re not allowed to get on a rocket if you’re sick.

Also, as I mentioned, you get that shot in the pre-boarding room at the spaceport.

It contains supergammaglobulins.

What it does is, it pumps up your body’s immune system so in a couple of hours the last little viruses and such that might be hiding inside you are wiped out. By the time you land on the Moon, you’re quite salubrious.

You might still feel woozy or whatever, but you’re not infected with anything anymore. So you’re not contagious.

Not that I’m happy about the giving of shots willy-nilly. I abominate shots almost as much as I abominate hangnails.

(Unless there was a shot to stop you from getting hangnails. That shot I’d take in both arms.)

But the supergammaglobulin shot is rather useful. I can’t say it isn’t.

After they jab you, you can still get sick on the Moon, but only with stuff that comes from inside your own body’s DNA, not from stuff you caught from somebody else.

And then there’s space-allergies. Which is a whole other kettle of fish which I’ve already talked about.

Did you know that Bubonic Plague, aka The Black Death, killed one out of every three people in Europe about six hundred years ago

This was before there was science and real medicine. If you get Bubonic Plague today, you’ll be okay. It won’t be fun, but you won’t die or have bubbles pop up all over your body. 

But like I said, they don’t have deadly diseases on the Moon anyway. You don’t even need to use hand sanitizer up there.

More soon,
Boon

P.S. Today at the comic book store Mr. Berkenbosch gave me a going-to-the-Moon present. He’s quite magnanimous. Sometimes he gives me an extra comic for free if I don’t have enough credits left from my allowance.

What he gave me today was a copy of a famous space-painting from when he was a kid. It’s highly artistic. Not that it shows real life in space. It’s an old-time type picture out of the artist’s imagination—it’s what he thought the future would look like, way back when.

I might leave it in my room at home instead of taking it to the Moon with me, but it’s the thought that counts. Here it is: