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There are supposed to be more words here... but, alas, there are not. This is only a concept.
...And meteors descended upon the earth, howling in pain, while the atmosphere bit at their fragile, ancient shells. Women screamed, men looted, and children looked to the skies wondering how many wishes would come true tonight. But, only one wish would be granted on this, seemingly nice enough, October 31st eve. It was the wish of one little boy in the south-western region of the Bronx, New York, New York, the United States of America, North America, somewhere in a bunch of water on the Earth. As he gazed at the sky, glanced towards his drunken, passed out mother, then gave a fleeting look to his father, shooting heroine in the corner, he returned his eyes to the cascading skyline with one thought on his mind. "I wish it would all just end."
And so, by the most deserving boy in all of the world it was said, and of the most merciful God in all of the universe, it was granted... and all of the screaming, the looting, and dreaming ended at that very moment when the final star had fallen and the world was taken by dust, darkness, and the rubble that was once the wisest and most experienced objects in our tiny solar system. And, of course, silence held its tight grasp on all. Time played with the scenery, running amuck on the remains of the Earth. It would be years before anything would look to this grave land again, and all of the harm we had done, all of the plastics and poser-elements we had concocted, all of the rivers we had built, cities we had once thought were the grandest in all civilizations... They were gone. With them went the polluted airways, the infected streams, the unlivable soils, and all traces of our defecation in every known definition of the word. No, the world had healed, much as we do when a cut is received and a bandage is administered justly. It was as good as new, and once again that most merciful of Gods, which had bestowed the greatest and most unselfish wish he had ever heard upon the living, thinking beings of Earth, granted another wish. This wish was also most deserving, but in the direct opposite of what the divine being had last granted. With one, fleeting glance, someone, somewhere, saw the almost-new planet on accident. This someone's viewer had, actually, malfunctioned in a coincidental drop of a food-crumb on the keypad, making one single character stick for one space too long, doubling its' appearance and, thusly, leading this someone to see the galaxy which held the planet which held the exact elements in the exact order that made a liquid out of Hydrogen and Oxygen which just so happened to be significant to all forms of intelligent life. This one, small turn of fate would change the entire destiny of one seemingly insignificant, seemingly doomed race millions of galaxies away. Coincidentally, that day would have been October 30th, approximately one billion years after that most deserving wish was granted of the most deserving little boy of the human race. This was, strangely enough, approximately the amount of time it took for such an explosion that wiped out the planet's thinking beings to reach the lens of a certain someone in a very small, almost unnoticed flash of light. That is to say, almost unnoticed. However, it was noticed by someone who cried and laughed, grew happy, and sad all at once for this one tiny flash who he thought he owed his existence to had caught his eye.
...However, the most merciful of Gods looked upon this someone with curiosity and astonishment. He was thanking the heavens for that flash of light, though that was merely coincidence, the God thought. It was the tiny piece of food-crumb who so bravely sacrificed itself to be smushed between a press-pad key and a something-like-silicon backdrop of whom they actually owed their lives. A great sigh descended from the heavens, causing winds to erupt and stir in the cosmos, forming another galaxy with another star who would light another planet that would sometime have another civilization. Though, that's another story for another time.
 Hyperbola · Wed May 30, 2007 @ 07:47pm · 0 Comments |
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