Short Stories
Undeniable
Everyone knew it was coming.
It was undeniable.
All the evidence pointed towards it.
For once, there were no sceptics. No conspiracy theorists. No scientists paid to come up with an alternative scenario or reasoning for it.
The whole planet was in agreement. For the first time in human history - the entire world came together in one united front. World leaders put aside their childish quarrels, their greed, their selfish desires.
Everyone pitched in and worked together to find a solution.
Of course there wasn't one. There was no way out. There never was. Everyone knew it, yet nobody voiced it. Nobody wanted to admit there was no hope. Nobody wanted to admit we had no control over our own destiny.
And so we worked. We worked til our fingers bled. We worked til we dropped from exhaustion. We worked harder than we ever had before.
And all the while, whilst we worked, our end continued along its unstoppable path towards us.
It held us no malice. How could it? It had no emotion. It didn't know it was destined to end 9 billion futures. It couldn't control itself any more than we could. How could we hold it responsible for what it was about to do? That would hardly have been fair. It was just doing what the universe had created it to do, just as we were now doing what we should have been doing all along.
'Harmony. Peace. One race. One world. Why is it only now we discover these things, and how truly amazing and worthwhile they are, now that we are about to end? Why are we only learning our lesson when it is too late to reap the rewards?' I ask this of myself even as I look up and see my end. I wish it were over already. The waiting is unbearable.
And finally the day came. We all grouped together, holding each other. Family feuds forgotten. Neighbourly disputes a thing of the past. Racial and religious tensions and hatred finished with. Finally we were committed to our end. We were at peace with it. In unison, we closed our eyes. Breathed in deep. How sweet the clean, fresh air tasted. It filled you with an energy, a buzz no drug could compete with. Our last thoughts were to be ones of peace, hapiness, contentment. No regrets.
It was undeniable.
All the evidence pointed towards it.
For once, there were no sceptics. No conspiracy theorists. No scientists paid to come up with an alternative scenario or reasoning for it.
The whole planet was in agreement. For the first time in human history - the entire world came together in one united front. World leaders put aside their childish quarrels, their greed, their selfish desires.
Everyone pitched in and worked together to find a solution.
Of course there wasn't one. There was no way out. There never was. Everyone knew it, yet nobody voiced it. Nobody wanted to admit there was no hope. Nobody wanted to admit we had no control over our own destiny.
And so we worked. We worked til our fingers bled. We worked til we dropped from exhaustion. We worked harder than we ever had before.
And all the while, whilst we worked, our end continued along its unstoppable path towards us.
It held us no malice. How could it? It had no emotion. It didn't know it was destined to end 9 billion futures. It couldn't control itself any more than we could. How could we hold it responsible for what it was about to do? That would hardly have been fair. It was just doing what the universe had created it to do, just as we were now doing what we should have been doing all along.
'Harmony. Peace. One race. One world. Why is it only now we discover these things, and how truly amazing and worthwhile they are, now that we are about to end? Why are we only learning our lesson when it is too late to reap the rewards?' I ask this of myself even as I look up and see my end. I wish it were over already. The waiting is unbearable.
And finally the day came. We all grouped together, holding each other. Family feuds forgotten. Neighbourly disputes a thing of the past. Racial and religious tensions and hatred finished with. Finally we were committed to our end. We were at peace with it. In unison, we closed our eyes. Breathed in deep. How sweet the clean, fresh air tasted. It filled you with an energy, a buzz no drug could compete with. Our last thoughts were to be ones of peace, hapiness, contentment. No regrets.