The End

It’s 2994. You look up into the night sky. Great obelisks loom above, radiant with elaborate symbols of the ancients. The air is dancing and you cannot hear anything above the calming base of the shuttles. Around you thousand stare to see the chosen few leave to space. Earth is over now. Landfills replace mountains and the oceans have boiled away. Your consolation is the fact that for humanity the end is only the beginning.


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It’s 2994. You look up into the night sky. Great obelisks loom above, radiant with elaborate symbols of the ancients. The air is dancing and yo Read More
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