By: Edoardo Cavagliá
Dust and gravel for miles, and nothing more. The light was
iridescent and the dusty breeze suffocating. Whatever we thought we were doing,
was terribly wrong. No going back remember? I plodded down the hill trying not
to ruin my last pair of usable shoes. Now that the time had come, humanity saw
their annihilation. Some days I could see from river banks, broken windows of
cottages and the top of hills, desperate animals in search for clean water, but
wherever they went, all there was only dust. Cities had become a restricted
area: not for anyone in particular, since there was nobody left. Day after day
I was drinking boiled, dirty pond water.
If we were trying to create a more suitable environment, we have
absolutely failed. The ability of repopulating earth is unthinkable: The youth
are either dead or indoctrinated by fat, rich old men who deprive them of their
emotions and individuality. Women, as far as I’m concerned have been long gone.
Here it’s just me and myself; some animals once in a while.
My hands were shaking as I started reviewing the protocol. There
was only one solution, destroying everything. It was either one millisecond of
incredible pain, or 50 more years of acid rain.
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