Let Us....
by Guy Nussen
The world has stopped turning.
Let us get closer.
Oh, what's this now? Clouds, translucent in nature, hovering endlessly like hummingbirds or helicopters. Below them are great continents of old, a collage of brown and green, interspersed with the blue hue of the ocean. This is what it usually looks like but...
Let us get closer.
Below the clouds are cities, half of them ravaged by the now endless darkness, their lights flickering like Christmas decorations. It is beautiful. The implications are deadly, of course, but let's not dally over that...
Let us get closer.
We can see inside the streets of the once proud city of New York. There are people, walking with an always stern sense of direction. The news has obviously not reached their ears, but it will soon enough. There isn't much time...
Let us get closer.
We can't.
We don't want to.
As we enter into the abyss that is the core of the Earth, we realize that time has run out. A sensation of defeat hangs at our backs, but also one of inevitability. The world is gone, dead, desolated, defeated. We decide to remove ourselves from this place. The dead world opens before us, and the devastation of the solar flare reminds us of other worlds, similarly destroyed...
We got farther away.
And cried.
Let us get closer.
Oh, what's this now? Clouds, translucent in nature, hovering endlessly like hummingbirds or helicopters. Below them are great continents of old, a collage of brown and green, interspersed with the blue hue of the ocean. This is what it usually looks like but...
Let us get closer.
Below the clouds are cities, half of them ravaged by the now endless darkness, their lights flickering like Christmas decorations. It is beautiful. The implications are deadly, of course, but let's not dally over that...
Let us get closer.
We can see inside the streets of the once proud city of New York. There are people, walking with an always stern sense of direction. The news has obviously not reached their ears, but it will soon enough. There isn't much time...
Let us get closer.
We can't.
We don't want to.
As we enter into the abyss that is the core of the Earth, we realize that time has run out. A sensation of defeat hangs at our backs, but also one of inevitability. The world is gone, dead, desolated, defeated. We decide to remove ourselves from this place. The dead world opens before us, and the devastation of the solar flare reminds us of other worlds, similarly destroyed...
We got farther away.
And cried.