It’s perfectly natural – it’s built into our genes – to act to protect, as best we can, our progeny.
But all creatures are related, interdependent; and cousins should be more kind to each other.
The super-rich were the first to see what was coming. Even those who weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed were freed of the need to struggle from day to day, and had the freedom, the leisure time, to reflect.
Some saw the inevitability of the storm on the horizon years in advance. Some recognised it decades earlier. All knew that control was crucial; and so, they used their wealth to leverage their power. They gamed the system to funnel ever more into their own coffers, while at the same time acting to misinform the masses – perhaps, in their own own minds, they justified this to ‘prevent panic’.
As the global crisis deepened, crops failed on a massive scale. Even those in the ‘Civilized West’ found their supermarket shelves bare, and began to starve. Governments acted, imposing severe rationing. But that did not suffice. The people were offered the choice of avoiding death by starvation by opting for euthanasia, and were rewarded for their sacrifice with increased rations for their nearest and dearest.
Temporarily.
The Resource Wars were brutal. Billions died in agony.
All the while, temperatures mounted, inexorably.
Overfished and polluted, the oceans’ incipient dead zones spread. Algae bloomed, sucking life-giving oxygen from the atmosphere. The dying seas, no longer a source, became instead a stagnating, stinking sink.
The world’s forests and jungles burned to ashes, and the glaciers and ice caps melted.
Secure in their faith, the religious continued to maintain that God had promised never again to flood the land. Yet still the waters rose.
When life outside became utterly unbearable, the elite abandoned their personal jets and helicopters, their expensive yachts and their expansive mansions, and fled to their hermetically sealed bunkers. As civilization fell, they survived… for a time.
Oxygen generators and water recyclers were repaired continuously – and spare parts stocks dwindled.
Then, blight afflicted their hydroponic crops.
When the lights finally went out, they waited in the dark for the end.
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One is rather ashamed of being a member of our earth-unfriendly species. Great post! 👍
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This one is intensely ashamed of its association with homo fatuus brutus. Some days it thinks it’d rather be a snail.
Thanks for the thumbs-up, Tom!
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You forgot about the small group who emigrated to Mars, to wither and die there.
But there is sunshine beyond the cloud you so well described.
Earth is a school for souls. Let me assure you, it is one of uncountable zillions of such schools. I know, because I have attended two others. So, we may meet again in an utterly different seat of life.
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I didn’t forget about the Mars colonists’ plans, Bob. Their missions never launched; those ambitions were always just ludicrous hubris-derived pipedreams.
I hope you’re right about those other schools of which you frequently speak. But I also hope that you’re not intending to leave this one anytime soon, I’d miss this incarnation of you.
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Oh thanks Colin. I still have work to do, like meeting a tow truck in half an hour. Last night I slightly drove into a ditch. :)
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Well, that was a silly thing to do. Hope nobody was hurt!
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This was a great read!
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Thanks for that, Goldie; much appreciated. Was there any part of it you didn’t like? I’m always keen to improve.
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Let me ask you a question – Would you care about a forest fire far away if you were starving?
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No, of course not.
But, contrariwise, if I were well-fed and had far more money than I could ever spend in several thousand lifetimes, I would do everything I could to help put the fire out, and then perhaps see what I could do about assisting my myriad starving cousins, instead of, say, taking a joyride into space.
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Absolutely!
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The stuff of science fiction…Isn’t it?
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Ask me again in, oh, say, thirty years. Assuming that’s possible, naturally…
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Yes you can see it going this way.
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Sadly, yes, I can indeed :(
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Not so much fiction as becoming fact Colin.. Hunger Games!, … And not so much “opting for euthanasia” as Mass Genocide.. But then this is only Flash Fiction…
Like farmers being paid to leave fields barren and turn over to parkland… They know that not so many will be needing food in the next couple of years if their plans go ahead…
Sending Congratulations upon your Flash Fiction story Colin.. 2030 not so far away!!!….
Mega Hugs :-)
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Thanks for the visit, and the comment, Sue. Mega hugs to you, too! 🫂
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:-)
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Chilling. Funny that 50 years ago, this would have been considered sci-fi, but today we can already see the beginnings … the beginnings of the end. Some days I’m very glad to be old.
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I sometimes think what a cruel joke the universe played on me (along with, of course, all those of us egg-spurts around at this time) to, potentially, be around to see the end.
And when I think that it’s entirely possible that ours is the only species in the galaxy, or maybe even the entire universe, with the ‘smarts’ to appreciate the fragile beauty of the pale blue dot (and everything else), my heart bleeds at the utter lunacy of what we (may) have done.
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Well, there are a couple of ways of looking at that. First, you can think of it as you are being given the opportunity to be a part of the solution, to help ward off what seems to be inevitable. But, if all else fails, methinks that by the time the end arrives, you and the rest of those who remain will welcome it, for what comes between now and then could be catastrophic in every sense.
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An eye opener
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In my small way I do hope that I can open some eyes. Far, far too many remain firmly shut.
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I like how this prose has so much poetry in it. A calm warning!
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Thank you, Prakesh, your words mean much to me!
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Very nice, great reading, you are light years ahead of me… or maybe just a few decades.
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Thanks for the comment, and the compliment!
PS Sorry about this, but the peNdant in me can’t resist pointing out the incongruity: light years are a measure of distance, decades are a measure of time. But I’m sure you’re aware of that and were just employing poetic licence, right?
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Yes of course :)
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I kept reading this slowly and deliberately, waiting and wondering if there were some random iota of an objection to a single world you’ve written here. In terms of the scientific method, the strength of a law. QED.
From the James Webb Telescope looking outward, to the microscopes looking at impossibly small iotas inward, with eyes that popped up in the breathtaking Cambrian Explosion. Beyond my grasp either way.
Bleak stuff piques my interest.
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It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if the scenario in your story plays out in real time. The rich get richer and the rest of us…well, we get shafted. But sometimes, all the money in the world cannot save you.
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Tu as raison, mon ami. Munny is inedible.
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That’s true. When there’s no food left to buy, they’ll be up the creek without a paddle, just like everyone else.
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