From the moment we are born,
the slow and unstoppable process of death has already begun. Through living,
our vessels expend energy that doesn't belong to us in inefficient and
insatiable ways, as a result, we ultimately die. It's the same for all things; plants,
creatures, people, worlds, even galaxies. And that's just fine. Only my planet
has worn out. My planet is dying.
The scientists had made an
expressed effort to unify with the government and told us that their
calculations suggested we had four years to find the perfect solution. As time
imperviously moved on, the people became panicked and survival instinct began
to take over. There were riots in the streets and the authorities were
beginning to lose control. That’s when things started to change. So intent on
finding this miracle cure for the planet that they were responsible for
draining, the government officials began to force the experts to work longer
and harder, not willing to accept that there might not even be a solution to
this problem. Eventually, the workers were kept permanently inside the
government facilities, unable to ever leave the buildings. The streets became more
dangerous by the day and modern society became archaic in the face of a new
post modern world that nobody had predicted. Three and a half years have
passed. And we're running out of time...
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