Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming

Spoken in earnest, it would have taken just a few humble words: "I am ready for you to take me apart." Dismantled like a war machine. But I never was ready, the barrel of a gun forever unprepared to receive the flower whose stem hovered uncertainly to insert itself. Knowing full well that I was a weathered soldier of misfortune, could you really have expected more? Peace has always been an alien concept to me, spiraling through the universe alongside UFOs, observable only through a telescope spanning astronomical distances, and every attempt to catapult through the atmosphere to make first contact has ended with failure to launch. You could say I am suffering a sad case of projectile dysfunction. Ah, but it does not stop me trying... training... taking a thoughtful nibble of freeze-dried peaches while studying star-charts lit by the grainy glow of The X-files animating a CRT screen. I want to believe the truth is out there, and I intend to investigate until I find it.