Jets fled the now dried-up earth and screamed across the night sky. We had squandered countless opportunities to amend the forecast nightmares; to right our many wrongs. Those who sought the objective truth were branded as “scaremongerers” by the few in charge. Scoffing at reality, they assured the masses that tomorrow will be a quieter, safer place. Ignoring the truth was easy at this point. It guaranteed the continued exploitation of our cosmos.
By now, the chirps of frolicking birds were replaced by the perpetual squeaks and growls of mass evacuation—evacuating in vain. Attempts to escape were met by the ever-increasing hostility of nature. There was nowhere left to go. Millenniums of progress were reduced to malady, all for the sake of black, greasy power. As the supply of grease plummeted, its costs soared. All concerns were quickly mitigated by the promise of turning a quick buck. We had convinced ourselves that any efforts made to combat the industrial wastes were not in the best interest of our future. Complaints of sound pollution and the heavy expenses of healthier alternatives were made frivolous by the current circumstances.
The dried-up earth was soon quenched as retired glaciers raced to bring about the inevitable. Many took to begging their extra-universal orator to spare them of their human problems, but it was time to face our own doing. We already knew that the end was here. We knew that our future was long ago sacrificed for modern satisfactions.
We watched as our cosmos melted away from beneath us. Every international bicker, every prayer, every cry every dogma and all known sentience in our Universe ceased in a single gush. All evidence of man’s planetary reign was now absent; washed away. Our mastery of the elements was now an ironic past. This pale blue dot could only suffer so much.
