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one sweet
dream
came true...
today
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Hi . . . (She whimpered softly.)
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ElectricBiscuit
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24.03.00
(Hey, yesterday's writing was so shitty I decided to write something new. It's rather long but you should enjoy it. Thank you for your time, we hope you choke.)
I have occasional very brief glances of how amazing human life is. It's so random, I'm sitting in class staring at a callendar for no real reason at all, and boom. I have this half second glimpse of how precarious humanity's existance is. I think it's because I'm reading Phillip K. Dick's classic "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,"
ElectricSheep.com will be my next website if there ever is one. Anyway, for those of you who haven't read it, a radioactive dust appeared at the end of World War Terminus and whiped out just about every animal first. The owls went first, along with every other bird. Anyway, the earth was devistated, and much of humanity fled to colonize on Mars.
What little bit of life on earth was left to collect animals and slowly die. Kipple filling everything and swallowing buildings whole. It's a very desolate place, nothing like what the book was mutilated into, to make the film Blade Runner. Anyway, it seems very real. Very very real.
Think, tomorrow we could wake up and be surrounded by a weird dust that blocks out the sun. Birds start falling from the sky. We laugh thinking it's funny and weird, until more animals die. Soon, people die. It's not so funny anymore. We, being underdeveloped humanity not quite yet on mars, are trapped on earth to wither away and die.
Humanity is done with. We're dinosaurs, once roaming the earth, scaring the beejeezus out of eachother with our own power. Then we're toppled by simple dust. Who would have seen it coming? The end of us, so soon. It's a possibility, something completely unthought of and never heard of could come down upon us like an iron fist. We could be whiped out in mere seconds.
What would be left behind? Nothing, kipple would eventually make our buildings crumble. Everything would be buried under a layer of dust, waiting for another life form to be developed in a million years. By then, maybe the star we call the Sun will nova and the entire solar system we have here will be destroyed. We will have been the last life form to ever inhabit all this.
During my glimpses of the luck of humanity, I see everything. Everything about how life couldn't have been started, how maybe if the monkeys evolved differently we could be different people. Easily manipulated and brainwashed. Highly intelligent and murderous. Who knows, we could never have existed in the first place. We're just a fluke, an accident in the universe.
Maybe we weren't ment to roam this planet, maybe this was entirely unplanned for. Perhaps millions of light years away we were developed by... Oh I shouldn't get Sci-Fi, I'll be quiet...
Anyway, I don't know. I have glimpses of the amazingness of humanity, and how we all take it for granted. It could be taken from us very easily, but we don't care. We could already be dead, our fate already written for us by some unseen power, and we'd never know. I could be writing this as some hilarious final foreshadowing of situation on the behalf of the force that created us.
I don't know, I take it for granted to. I could be dead tomorrow, and if so, why am I writing? The urge to go on is still there, even if I'm told directly by God that I will be hit by a car tomorrow and I'll be dead, I'll still go on. I can't change it, I can't edit it. If I stay inside a building all day and do not venture outside, a car will slide through the wall and mash me into a wall. But it's alright.
I'm pretty happy with what is happening right now. It's all good with me if I die tomorrow. At least it will be unexpected.
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