Who We Were · 4:59pm Apr 14th, 2017
I don't know who is going to see this, if they're going to see this, but I don't care. I got something to say, to put out here.
I've always had a fascination with the post apocalypse, from movies like the Day After Tomorrow to video games like Fallout and The Last of Us. The sudden destruction of civilization, and the stories of the few survivors and their children to pick up the pieces. It's been said that people are so transfixed by this genre because you can be anyone you want to be. An office worker can become a warlord, a high school gym teacher can become a general of a ragtag army, a king can become a lowly slave. I've secretly always held a small want of an apocalypse, just for the experience. That is, until I saw this.
A lone nomad on his trusty steed, in an area that is a precursor to a mountain range of some sort, dominated by rocks and relics of ancient civilization. But in the distance, he sees a strange sight; A machine from the past that was made to send people like him into outer space, now reduced to a hill. He can remember his father saying something about these things.
"It's who we were."
I shed tears as I saw this for the first time, with that as the caption. I realized that if Humanity was reduced to a shell of its former self, if it was sent into an apocalypse, our civilization would be gone. A civilization that was done so much in its short time on this planet. A civilization that harnessed the power of seed to create farms, and from farms to villages, from villages to cities, from cities to tribes, from tribes to nations. A civilization that nailed its own god to a stick. A civilization that has been molded by itself, fighting each other with spears, to swords, to arrows, to cannons, to muskets, to rifles, to machine guns, to tanks, to nuclear fission. When fighting each other spelled our doom, we matured and made the weapons of yesterday into the fuel of tomorrow.
We have sent ourselves to space, to our only moon, and then...we vanished. Let our proudest achievements waste away and become one with the nature we conquered.
If that is the price of my old fantasies, it isn't worth the price. God bless Humanity.
Well said
I hope this doesn't mean you will stop writing the stories you have started or plan write.