Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Singularity

It has been a long journey to get here.  A journey started by my parents to get us to the last of the clean zones.  They knew they wouldn't make it but they had how for me.  For what ever was left of the human race. The rest of the world is contaminated and polluted.  Irradited and flooded.
Here is the last clean zone on earth.  The only place that the winds and the forests could keep clean enough for people to live.  When we left the clean zone we were in,  there were a few thousand people left.  Half stayed and half thought it would be better to come to this zone.  I know that of the 1700 that left,  it is just me that is completing the journey.  It was a genetic game of chance and I alone won. 
Upon arrival I see the remains of the former inhabitants.  A few standing structures that did not have resources in them worth taking.  Many bodies.  What little remains of the dead tells me they were old and inable to travel. Carved into a wood plank is their story.  They decided to leave for what they believe is the last safe zone. Ours. I came to this zone thinking it was the last and they left for ours thinking ours was the last.
Still looking for a better life.  Still thinking the grass is greener on the other side.  Still looking for a way out of the shit hole we created. 
We lose.

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