After crash landing, running for their lives, holing up deep underground with cave bears and bats, emerging as strangers in a strange land on the morning God spoke and reconnoitering on high ground, the silicon survivors headed for the Illuminated Basin on the map found down river.
They broke into two groups never knowing if they'd see each other again, with one group going up the valley wall and the other hugging the meandering Slow River.
What did they hope to find in this alien landscape? A way out of paradise and back to hell on earth, as Sylvie put it. The devil you know, said Wiley. Mutually assured destruction, added Noel in his sardonic manner. Always pointing out the worst case scenario as his mother had advised when he was too small to question her authority on such matters.
St. Helene of the Clouds was less than amused. She had been trying, albeit hesitantly, to maintain an upbeat demeanor the whole time they were orbiting out of control with no destination plugged into their galactic positioning système.
By some stroke of extraordinary good fortune, they crash landed on planète Zume aimé which was among the mapped planets in the habitable zone.
After the Terra forming mission to Mars unraveled due to the flux slave rebellion, the earth planetary guidance Council identified fourteen off world domains.
Half the world existed in virtual lands where they were attached to a headset and fed through their thumbs. Most protracted sedintary disorders and became hostile when moved. The one thing that made them indispensable was their test brambles.
So, as you can see, not much had changed in the twenty seven years since the great despair, or the last hurrah before the feral ship crash landed in the Gobi desert in 2087.
The billionaire class became the overlords. The designation formerly known as the working class was gradually transformed into augmented humans who served as glorified slaves keeping the gears greased and the dumpsters full of waste. The overlords enacted project 2025 and the UN made good on their 2030 agenda, for the most part.
People had largely given up on God when the great entity failed to deliver and there was some conjecture as to who wrote the treatise on the disappointment of mankind. Basically, we could never live up to the stewards of the earth moniker, thus letting the intractable Yahweh down. Jesus had declined to return, felt like he had sacrificed enough for ingrates and neerdowells who never appreciated his grace or the tremendous ritual slaughter enacted on their behalf. He almost couldn't blame the monsters. They hadn't asked to be born much less to inherit the earth if it meant the back breaking work it took to survive there. Most were weak willed, feeble minded, self~obsessed emotional snake pits and truly incapable of coping with the tasks at hand. Prior to the latest fall, their biggest beefs were pointing out how their race (the grievance precept rotated so right before the crash land, it was the yellow people's turn to bitch n moan about other races supplanting their rightful place among the ruins) and their race alone was put upon.
After the great replacement grievance party ran its course, humanity was done with white people and those who could afford it converted their skin to the hybrid silicon tone and legal tender, making themselves live longer since their weakest physical organ had been replaced by synthetic silicon perfection. No more melanoma. Botox out of fashion. White became grey which some felt better suited their culture and personalities which had become insufferable once the replacement ran its course.
Genocide was practiced up until the very end with no one being spared a virtual blight and gruesome cleansing time. Just as the freed slaves of Liberia enslaved their new neighbors and the conquering Russians "raped everything that moved" in post war Berlin, as soon as the formerly oppressed gained power, nearly 75 per cent would oppress a perceived inferior believing it was their tit for tat eye for an eye think walking dead on steroids God given right. Most people honestly believed in some sort of currency exchange based on petty vengeance. Once world leaders succumbed to their basest tendencies, which allowed them to employ a certain sickening moral relativity whereby a sitting president deemed it acceptable to utilize the workings of the nation's justice brigade for baseline revenge of his personal critics. His lackey subprime attorney & undecorated colonel threw the book at any and all reporters who has attached a word from her list of inflammatory remarks to her beloved cult overseer. She sued corporate sloths for competing dumps. She established her highly effective thought monitors to regulate all negativity and congeal free thought into a slop stew of first amendment tropes. Formerly erudite academic types foaming at the mouth for atlantis weekly were reduced to babbling idiots no one could understand until they withered away from neglect. Then some gadfly would retract a statement and the chorus of drivel would commence anew. It was Babylon all over again. Human automatons called "autohums" would circulate indefinitely, like the circle in Logan's Run, babbling sheer gibberish as they clung to the side wall for stability in a tempestuous new social order. They claimed to understand themselves but no one who entered the dome of civilian ignorance came out with a complete sentence.
We had quite simply devolved to the point of no return. By 3034, the game was up. The Age of Reason so far gone that people reverted to illogical arguments sanctifying their own inevitable demise. The one reliable outcome was a self fulfilling prophecy of doom.
Loma Learned was one of 45 who
attempted to deconstruct this tragic devolution which she estimated had begun precisely on December the sixteenth two thousand and twenty-five.
The one reliable outcome was a self fulfilling prophecy of doom.
