Gravity.
Tyranny.
Gravityranny.
What goes up MUST come down. That's what they say.
Dictatorial.
Reality.
Dictatoreality.
But what if you climbed a mountain and stayed up there until you died?
Everest.
Rest In Peace.
Everest In Peace.
And then instead of being buried, you were cremated and had your ashes launched into space?
NASA.
Ashes.
NAShes.
And you kept heading up and up and up and up?
Tragic.
Trajectory.
Tragictory.
Meanwhile, your soul is also heading upward.
Heaven.
Eventually.
Heaventually.
And you get there, and become an official cherub.
Angelic.
License.
Angelicense.
You've gone up, and didn't come down. Take that, science!
Sci-Fi.
Iffy.
Sci-Ffy.
Unless your angelic duties involved returning to Earth and help the living, guardian-style. Fine, you got me, universe.
Defeat.
Ether.
Defether.
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