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| ______________________________ ______________________________ The world, although to some a place of great beauty and pleasures, is a miserable wreck. Generations and generations of filthy creatures have reduced the once beautiful fields and forests into mazes of concrete and metal. Large areas once devoted to the disposal of waste were quietly covered over and now anchor the monstrosities we call homes. Seemingly reaching up to the heavens, these beasts obstruct the view of the sky. Where once there were parks, forests and snowy mountains to turn to for a week of peaceful retreat there is more concrete. The mountains have been either flattened or hollowed out and fitted with a maze work of rat like burrows for housing the masses. Snow is a thing of the past. The air is barely breathable and the ozone layer is no more. The poles are nearly gone, Oceania a myth. A series of small islands in its place. Children are told stories of the days back when the oceans were blue and clean, and of the wondrous beasts that roamed the earth when their great-grand parents were children. The seas now are home to platoons of houseboats and farms for the ultra fertile fish that have been bred to provide the populous with every essential scrap of nutrition. The rats are no more. The cockroaches. The crows. All manner of undesirable vermin in any way pestersome were cunningly sponged from the face of the earth. Oh, how happy we were when no longer were our pantries raided by the little insects. When our cornfields no longer required safeguarding from the crows and the locusts. Slowly, our deceased cousins, the beasts, were being avenged by our own stupidity. We drown in out own feces and waste. Although an unsavory thought, the fight with our idiocy is a battle we are losing quickly. Every couple wants a child. Every family wants a home. Everyone wants to eat. To live. A man?s life can be extended far beyond the norm by means of inexpensive drug treatments or simple surgery. Illnesses are no more. The common cold : no more than 10 cases have been reported in the next ten years. Cancer has a simple cure. With the aid of modern technology, every plague and epidemic can be stopped in a matter of days. Death is scarce. Life is thriving in the most remote of areas. This is the state of our home. The wealthy, the famous. The leaders, the powerful. They haven?t the slightest clue as to what their siblings are up to. They seclude themselves in their lovely buildings, with their private nurseries, deep underground where no costs have been withheld to provide a natural setting for their own selfish pleasure. What good is a leader without experience? None whatsoever. The leaders of the new world no longer run the nations. The wealthy, those who can pay the greatest bribes get what they want. To them, who see life as a time to hoard wealth and power, see this world of ours as a place of great beauty and happiness, for, to them, wealth and power are beauty and happiness. They, the only ones blessed with a view of the stars, are unaware of the struggles of their brethren. Our home. Ours alone. The birds are no more. The Fishes are no more. The reptiles are gone. We are alone with only ourselves for company. Sadly, everyone is too busy with their own life to worry about the future. The battle with death is almost won. Victory is near. The prize of eternal life is visible now. Soon? _______________________________ _______________________________ A final dosage of the ?Miracle Drug? was administered to the last of the wealthy and willing. All of the wealthy were willing of course; with such a tremendous amount of currency stowed away, who would want to die? Those who could not afford the drug were driven mad by the simple fact that they were inferior. They begged, and borrowed and stole. Some even resorted to killing. Yes, we had indeed won this battle. With all this mayhem, and, of course, with the towering monstrosities that were home to these pitiful creatures, the unnaturally crimson sky went unnoticed. The appearance of strange white birds went unnoticed. The birds eventually disappeared; the sky was its usual shade of brown again. The usual commotion continued as before, the poor were robbed by the masses as they were the only ones who feared death. The politicians now assumed the roles of gods. It was they who monopolized the drug, it was they who chose to whom it was administered. It was they alone who could stop the abuse of the poor, but they did nothing of the sort. Every Immortal, as they were now called, paid a healthy sum for their medications. To them, the money of a madman was just as good as money from God himself. They would, after all, be sane soon now that they have gotten what they desire. To them, the beasts they are, money soaked in the blood of their fellow man would do the trick, as long as there was enough of it. Slowly, slowly they began to notice things, the burden of death removed from their shoulders. Their infants, everyone?s infants, were frail and sickly. Many died. Somehow, all of the children bourne within the year were either stillborn or died only days after birth. Do not despair though. In this age, only the children of the wealthy matter, for they are few and far between. A novelty rather than a means of passing on ones genes. Within the mazework of the communal buildings of the underprivileged , children were everywhere. In the homes, in the corridors. Unwanted, like rats. So do not weep for them. Save your tears for the children of the wealthy. It is they who deserve our deepest sympathies. It is they who led a life of hardships. No cause was determined for the deaths, but soon the infection spread to the doctors, the nurses, the parents, and the clergy of the heavily government-suppressed churches. Some preached apocalypse. Somehow, only the poor souls untainted with sin died. The murderous politicians, the scheming doctors, the cutthroat homeless, the petty thieves, the murderers remained unharmed. The sinners, the Satanists. Others screamed that the devil was emerging from below, rewarding his pets and believers. The cheating husbands, the whores. The druggies, the immoral, the corrupt. The worthless scum taking forcefully from others what it cannot earn. Those whose souls are permanently stained. Ha, they thought, we have won. This is our reward. We win. We win. We win. Although billions have perished to the silent sleep, many still remain. Their thirst for wealth remains. Their immorality remains. Their soot stained souls still roam the earth. It was the greatest extinction the world had ever seen. All that was good was wiped from the face of the earth. But the vile remained, fouling the earth with their presence. The tremendous triumph over good fueled tremendous egos. They were alone now. The world has been cleaned of wretched scum. Joy and happiness to all. A thought lingers. ?When will we die?? Quickly it is dismissed. For after all, do we not have the Miracle on our side? |
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