Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am eager to hop back aboard the Galaxy Express, which most recently made its departure from the lonely dunes of Mars. Initially propped up as a tourist destination after one hundred years of atmospheric adjustments, Mars was ultimately abandoned for more exotic pastures, its soil barren and inhabitants left to waste away among the ashes of their dreams. The planet is now little more than a dust-strewn graveyard, a waystation embodying the scope and callousness of mankind’s hubris.
That’s how it seems to go within Tetsuro’s mournful odyssey. Though Galaxy Express is full of imaginative scifi wonders, each new vista comes with it a promise of societal interrogation and personal sorrow, each planet in some way reflecting how our grand ambitions often conceal a fundamental apathy to the fate of our fellows. It’s a vivid mixture, like a space-faring collection of somber fairytales, and I’m sure there are many more wonders ahead of us. Let’s see what station is up next!