Galaxization
Eventually, we would meet a multitude of creatures from other solar systems and galaxies, living in different planets. It is bound to happen. We have got to admit that. The aliens would meet us thinking that we are aliens. Soon, deals would be made, boundaries drawn, constitutions written, alliances pledged and invasions waged. The world would no longer be our only world.
Trans-galactic corporations would come into existence. Or at least we would come to know that a lot of trans-galactic corporations already exist. Every sphere of knowledge, ranging from science to art, philosophy to literature, mathematics to astral physics would undergo a gargantuan change. A change so monolithic in its existence that entire civilizations of species across the universe would get wiped out, eerily extinct making other species flourish, thereby creating a new circle of survival. Some details would be chronicled in the golden annuls of history. Most of them would be forgotten.
The definition and scope of tourism would change radically. A variety of things, places and people would be discovered, invented and pulverised with ample gore. Multi-galactic cultures would then lead to various new species, which, in turn would coalesce into mere races. Corporations and firms would span galaxies. Rules would be relaxed, constitutions re-written, laws modified. A zillion genres of music would emerge into a colour we haven’t seen till date. Terabytes would be a trifle.

Computers and robots would be capable of interpreting and processing yottabytes of data. Students from Cygnus would be drinking Absinthe with students from Milky Way. A guy from Andromeda might be hitting on an Indian girl living in the Black Eye galaxy. Sculptors from Reinmuth might be travelling to Perseus to carve a gold stone into a creature with brown eyes. A drug peddler in Maffei galaxy smoking up a jaded bong might get caught by the unruly cops from Keenan’s.
In fact, I do not see the clumsy end of a confused world anymore. I see more. Things we haven’t thought of till date, things we did not know existed. Hypocrites would continue to exist, the battle of individualists and collectivists shall continue.
I honestly do not know what I would be doing. But I would definitely not mind owning a private galaxy, moving around in my space ship and living in a strategically located solar system. I would build a stone house overlooking a blue waterfall in a beautiful country of a colourful planet, modelling warp speed models and listening to thoguza music with unseen nature all around. Green skies, blue earth, purple water and soft soil.
It is left to us what we decide for ourselves. If you wake up at a different place as a different person, would you still be the same person?
I welcome galaxization.



