Skeletons in the cupboard.

Urban myths are something I enjoy. Often they are untrue or impossible to prove correct. For example, as I have stated before, some twenty or so years ago I heard that Jimmy Savile was a necrophiliac. I thought little more about it until he was buried at a fourty-five degree angle, arse down, in a "golden" coffin encased in concrete. One wonders if he was worried about something.

Then there's the one about Professor Stephen Hawking. I heard, again many moons ago, that he contracted his motor neurone disease from an attempt to travel in time.

Yesterday's BBC News told of how the Prof has lectured that humanity is in danger of destroying itself given the potential perils of nuclear war, global warming and genetically-engineered viruses. He has suggested colonisation of other planets as a potential solution, to prevent the end of the human race:

"Although the chance of a disaster to planet Earth in a given year may be quite low, it adds up over time, and becomes a near certainty in the next thousand or ten thousand years. 

"By that time we should have spread out into space, and to other stars, so a disaster on Earth would not mean the end of the human race. 

"However, we will not establish self-sustaining colonies in space for at least the next hundred years, so we have to be very careful in this period."

Which got me thinking about the myth that humans were genetically created by planet hopping aliens as their worker slaves; thus heading full circle, so to speak.

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