Launches are more safe than the early days of spaceflight.
No more explosions on the launch pad or heat shield failures on re-entry.
King Cecil the Fifth enjoyed his holidays in orbit.
Zero gravity acrobatics suited him well.
When the institute developed a new engine for a solar system cruiser, Cecil insisted on seeing it for himself.
“Turn it on,” he commanded.
And the ship vanished into relativistic speeds.
The constitution is vague on succession.
Cecil is not dead, only far away, experiencing one second per our year.
We are ruled by a dynasty of regents.
Until Cecil’s eventual return.