Thirty years, one month and eighteen days — That’s how long the Hubble Space Telescope has been looking in distant galaxies, searching for life, love, anything to make it feel alive again.
Thirty years, one month and eighteen days — Initial results were promising, in 1995, it saw the Pillars of Creation; a beautiful part of the Eagle Nebula. Was it life? No. But just four years in, it was something, an exciting moment. Researchers were able to go to the media with beautiful color pictures. Not long after, the Deep Field pictures were taken. Incredible, amazing. Still, though was it life? Could it give Hubble a cuddle? No.
Thirty years, one month and eighteen days — Lifeless. Loveless. Alone. The Hubble Space Telescope still orbits, looking for something to bring mankind to its knees. It won’t find it, it hasn’t in thirty years, one month and eighteen days. Why would anything change now? Trapped in space, it longs for the day it finds its life, with each passing day, a feeling of loneliness creeps into its cold, metal body.
Thirty years, one month and eighteen days — I am the Hubble Space Telescope.