[ WP ] The Seven Wonders of Space

There were supposed to be seven. Seven Wonders of Space, and I made it my personal goal to find all seven. 
 
 Now, you may be wondering how we knew there were supposed to be seven of them. Simple, we looked to where the Ancients told us. The Pyramids of Giza showed us three, Stonehenge, one, the Washington Monument, one, and the Great Wall of China told us two. These ancient people managed to figure out exactly where the Seven Wonders were, and gave us directions to find them. 
 
 The first Pyramid of Giza sent me on my way to a distant galaxy. Orbiting around star Alpha-38-Blue was the most incredible planet I had ever seen. Defying known physics, it had shaped itself into roughly a prism. Made from of perfect glass, it was entirely translucent. When the star's light would hit it, the sight behind it would be altered behind it, and the colors of the rainbow would envelop all of the sights on the other side. Truly incredible. 
 
 The second Pyramid led me to the next Wonder, which was a slight letdown in comparison, but still magnificent. It was nothing. At least, nothing until you turned on your interstellar transmitter. What the second wonder was, was a position in space, equidistant from each of the seven nearest stars, which created a pulsing sensation, too faint for my body to feel, but my transmitter picked up. Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump. A heartbeat. The heartbeat of the universe. When I finally heard it, shivers trickled down my spine. It was eerie. Much to humanlike. 
 
 The third pyramid took me much closer to Earth. A measly seventeen light-years away. This one was fantastic. Looking out the window of my ship, I saw a star, playfully nicknamed `` Big Baby.'' The star was in a perpetual state of launching solar winds away from itself, perfect for solar wind sailing. This in itself is n't a wonder. What is, in fact, the reason for the wonder, is that the size of the star was no bigger than 20 miles in diameter. By all known laws of physics, it should n't exist. This fact allowed the greatest of solar surfers to complete entire orbits in less than thirty minutes. I was no expert, but competent, and I was able to surf if in under an hour, Earth time. 
 
 The fourth, fifth, and sixth Wonders were all incredible in their own right. A black hole so small you could place a finger across the Event Horizon ( if you did n't mind losing it ). A planet so close to its star, that all of it's natural gas were in a perpetual state of exploding making it look like the 4th of July, Whirled Peas Day. I never knew why we celebrated peas, they taste like cow dung. The sixth wonder was a diamond. Just an ordinary diamond. Approximately 200 miles in diameter, even my ex girlfriend would n't have been able to say no me. 
 
 I found all six of these wonders, and wonders they truly were. The Pyramids, Stonehenge, and the Wall had led me to find the most incredible things in existence, but the Seventh and final one succeeded in eluding me. For years I flew all across the universe searching for the final wonder. My strength grew frail, and my beard grew long. My hair turned white, and then fell out. It had been over sixty years since I had set out on my journey. All my friends and family had certainly passed on, yet I had to continue searching. 
 
 But it was lonely out there. In all of my travels, I never came across a single sentient being with whom to hold a conversation with. I never came across a planet with any life, not even a single celled organism. So, I grew lonely. I grew tired. With a heavy heart, I sent my ordinates towards Earth. 
 
 I arrived to a hero's welcome. My exploits have been well documented, with the entire world delighting in my discoveries along with me. There were some who deemed my mission a failure because I failed in locating the Seventh Wonder. Those were few and far between, but the sentiment was one in which I shared. 
 
 After the weeks of festivities ended, I made my way to the one monument which failed to lead me to the wonder. It stood before me gesturing up to the heavens directly above. *What are you point at? * I wondered. *You point straight up, but there was nothing there. * I stood before it until a sudden dawning came upon me. The Washington Monument was n't gesturing to the heavens. No. In fact, it was pointing straight down.
