"Today, in the year 1965, we shall send a chimpanzee into space!" boomed the man on stage, the audience clapped and cheered. "But first we need a vote, all those opposing this project raise your hand," no one raised their hand. "and all those in favour of this project raise your hand." The room was like a bidding contest on that 'historical' day. I know some things about space, I thought, and one is that I don't want to go there.
65 years later I gaze out at the beautiful yet boring Milky Way. My Hairy chimp hands are now shrivelled up and old, my face is like a giant dried prune and my hair is a river of grey. I look back at the moment where I was torn away from my home and launched into space against my own will. My shuttle is coated in generations of spider webs dating back to the several spiders that managed to crawl inside. "If I could speak in human language I would tell them to get off their high horse". I growled under my weary breath. I look down and see the length of time I've been in here, It says I've been here for over 65 lonely years of agony.
My shuttle spins around and the darkness is lifted. The Earth comes into sight and I smile for the first time in 65 years
