It all started as a theory. A madman’s rant. It barely made the news, and even then it was delivered as more of a joke than a threat. But it didn't stay that way for long. It became more real with every story. It became our reality. And in a matter of weeks the life that so peacefully existed was gone for good. It was total and utter chaos. It was the end of the world, and we would all live to see it happen.
They told us it was inevitable. They told us that there was nothing anyone could do. They lied and said everything they needed to say to scare us into believing, not thinking, this was the end. They told us a near by star had exploded hundreds of millions of years ago and the left over debris was traveling through space and headed right towards our solar system. And despite the fact that they said they weren't sure what would happen, they made it perfectly clear that it would destroy us all. Video simulation of the event was in every email, on every channel, and had been viewed on YouTube 13,580,000,000 times. That is roughly twice the world population. The Discovery Channel alone had done 12 different documentaries on the event in the first six months after the news was announced. We were told to go on with our normal lives and that if we just stayed positive and kept on living, we would figure it all out. They lied to us. They lied to everyone.
What happened for the next four and half years was the deterioration of all culture, society, modern man and the machines we work for. Society is able to function based on only a few simple rules; actions and reactions. People are kind to be treated the same in return, and the same goes for respect, honor, dignity, integrity and trust. Whether you believe in a God or karma or anything else, we operate under the principles of basic morality and ethics. We kept living our lives like they told us to, but only for about the first 16 months, then we started to panic. We started to loose hope. So what did we do? Nothing. And things got bad. It started with the students in small numbers, but naturally it grew. They all dropped out. If they were going to be dead in three and a half years, there wasn't much sense in staying in school. It started a revolution, a worldwide revolution. People lost purpose. They lost their drive and desire, they lost their hope and faith, and they lost their minds. The basic modern world became a jungle where nobody was safe and everyday turned into a struggle to survive. People began to realize that they made machines so they could have something to work on. And with enough machinery to take care of, everyone would have a different job taking care of a different machine. We employed ourselves and it gave us purpose so we wouldn't go mad having to think about how we don't. And without the most simplistic of purposes, civilized man turned into a barbarian. No longer with the threat of consequences like in the past, society began to crumble and life became a battle. The cities turned into war grounds and it was every man for himself. It was every man against the world. Kill or be killed. Material possessions lost value over night and only the strongest would survive the genocide. The term 'picky eater' was thrown around a lot when the wars first broke out. It meant cannon fodder. It meant lame duck. It meant you were fucked. Grown men were so accustomed to being treated like gods, that when it came time to fend for themselves, they had lost their ability to be the very thing that nature intended them to be; hunters and gatherers. Imagine man losing out to nurture instead of nature. Raised by televisions, computers and video games, man and been taught to be a robot and not a provider. The entire human race had forgotten how to take care of itself without the assistance of machines.
There had been theories on if the government had the ability to control the weather. Conspiracies and documentaries about the idea of a controlled environment had been published for years, but to this day nothing had been proven. Not a month after the worldwide strikes and work stoppages began to start, so did the most severe and outrageous sequence of natural disasters the world had ever seen. At least one earthquake on every major coast worldwide. Islands were sinking under the weight of the crashing storms, tornados, volcanoes, droughts, floods, flues, fires, killer bees, killer bears, fucking everything was killer. And instead of a small number of deaths or injuries under the modern concept of people working to help people, nobody did anything about it. They envied the dead. So instead of a wild fire burning for a few days and torching a few houses and such, they destroyed cities, towns and in California's case, half of states. There was nobody there to clean up the messes of the world. We had turned our backs on each other and nobody gave a damn because we all knew that no matter how hard we tried, we were just counting down the days until it all came crashing down.
The specifics of the next three years are not what is important here. But know this. To watch the modern world devour itself and its own inhabitants is something that haunts my soul and gives me no reason to believe that there is any good left in the world. Except for Lucy, she doesn't count. She is good. She is fucking super good. Think of it this way, with nothing to live for, man’s evolution is backwards and we resort to violence, theft, murder and rape. We simply take what we want, because in the end, the fate we face will be the same for all sinners and saints. But like I mentioned earlier, they lied. "They" are the powers that be. The man, the eyes in the sky, big brother, the iron fist, the iron lotus, the iron lung, the fucking people who run our lives. They told us we were dead. They told us there was nothing we could do. And they sat back and watched us do something they could never get away with on any scale anywhere. They committed genocide. With enough working parts, any machine can run just fine without its operators. They set the wheels in motion and let the media do the rest. Feed us the lies that we make up. They force it down because it is too big to do on their own. The lies we tell each other are ultimately how the world comes to meet its end.
But why now? Why do this at all when we were all doing so well. We had just quit smoking, given up porn for the last time, or had stopped stealing from work and our wives. We were all making such good progress on being exactly what everyone said we should be. So why Mr. Congress man? Years ago, before any of this had come to light, the UN decided they wanted a world order. An ultimate law, world government and world leader. Another Caesar. One name, one law, over GOD, for every living soul to obey. But the modern man would never accept this. It goes against everything we are taught to believe. Nothing is over GOD. We should all be governed by people we know and trust and go to church with and play slow-pitch coed softball with. There would be resistance. And man is resilient and can endure and will fight for what he believes in. They had to get us to do it to ourselves. With a small enough population and if people are desperate enough, they will do anything. Even compromise everything he had for so long and so passionately believed in. If it means getting some food, having a warm place to sleep and possibly, if its not too much to ask, some botox, we will sell our souls to the devil. And we ain't asking much.
With the news of the end of the world, everyone had a different reaction. Lark took the news rather well. It was one of his finer traits. He just took everything in stride. But the end of the world does have a tendency to re-prioritize one’s life. And Lark is no exception. If he was going to die, there was only one way to go. With Lucy. The one thing he had never been able to get a hold of and keep. She was too free a spirit to tie down, but in death, he knew she would be there for him. There is no one he would rather die with. He just had to find her. And Lucy was notorious for being a ghost, not literally of course, just here one second and gone the next. It was part of her charm. The kind of fight that is worth the pain because the victory is so sweet.
The end of the world is coming, and Larks only concern is if he'll see Lucy one more time before they both get themselves killed.
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