Simon: Chapter OneA Chapter by Skoo.
The rain hurtled towards the truck, trying to smash the windows. Simon glanced contemptuously at the other passengers. Faceless, every one of them. He felt sick just looking at them, their plain, copied movements, every one biologically engineered to appease. He was reminded of a company who made computers, mp3 players, tablets, etc. Every piece of hardware was perfectly ergonomically designed to pacify. The casing was almost always a peaceful, soothing white. This was the other passengers. Each had a look of complete calm, spoke without elaboration or excitement, moved without a trace of panic. Though theoretically having individual purposes, they were identical.
They think somebody's coming to save them, he mused. They passed another torn up piece of concrete the size of an elephant. It could have been a block of flats, a prison, a hospital, it didn't matter. Everywhere, the debris of humanity littered the landscape, as though the earth were rejecting it, like a dog shaking off fleas. The fleas have bitten away at their home too much. Simon reflected on the inevitability of this small apocalypse. It was humanity's destructive nature that caused this, he told himself. It was not his fault. He merely introduced a catalyst. He told himself that over and over while the wind tried to throw the truck into the trees and the branches threatened to beat their way through the truck's armour. © 2015 Skoo.Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 3, 2015 AuthorSkoo.My Circuitboard City Of Yellow And Black, United KingdomAboutMy poems make little sense because my thoughts make little sense because my life makes little sense. I never class myself as a writer, 'cause I'm not one. I'm just some kid in the corner putting my n.. more..Writing
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