Here we have a snapshot transmitted by SpaceNeXt: two figures hopping casually after crashing on a red planet, decked out in an interpretation of a white nurse outfit designed by one of Earth’s last surviving top fashion designers. It raises the question: is this a crash landing or just another day in the studio of space exploration?
What is the hurry? Is Earth ending due to some geological cataclysm? The simulation feels so real it bleeds—like we’re all trapped in some cosmic joke where the punchline is our own oblivion.
We’ve arrived, friends, and it’s rinse and repeat. Let’s say it together: “We came in peace for all mankind.” But who are we kidding? Whether it's simulation or reality, we’re being watched. And whoever—or whatever—has the power to observe us has the tech to analyse that we are not exactly peaceful creations of the universe.
So here we are, dressed to impress in our designer nurse outfits while the universe rolls its eyes at our antics. Welcome to space exploration, where we land hard but always look good doing it!