2784

Short story about the future.

The year is 2692 AD.

 

Earth sits in orbit, empty and full of ash. It’s a husk of what it once was, no more than a memory in the few peoples minds that were on it. It is a graveyard, but there are no bodies left unburnt. The atmosphere is thick with smoke and chemicals, and the ice caps have long been gone, and all life gone with them. The dwindling population of humans on various moons stands no chance against their own greed to conquer more planets, a feat which their supplies cannot sustain them. 

But still, they reach for the stars, as their population drops below 10 billion- not seen since the 21st century.

As the years go by and the human race grows greedier, they stretch out their colonies across the solar system. With only a few million on each planetary body, the humans often lose contact. Life brings no joy anymore, and all the humans do is spread civilisation across space.

Experts predict the human race to be dead by 2784.

Only time will tell.

Reviews

[Beccy]

2784 is probably optimistic. Impossible to understand really how we strive to reach for the stars, yet are unable to stop our inevitable self destruction.

Beccy.

[Exit]

Thanks for the review :)