Chapter 3 (Cont.)
Nightfall was imminent, the sky had already reached the twilight-intertwined region, the blue sky was turning darker. Amidst the barren desert with no bastard skyscrapers to bloaten the view, the night sky was beautiful with stars, as if an intangible blue canvas with sequined-diamonds. It's a beacon of hope, "see! The world is in ruins, but it's still worth living". A violet rune, enchanted with surreal perfume, lay ahang on a distant breadth of the land, as if I was a lone wanderer stranded in a lonely tundra then see— a distant campfire. Even in troubled times, my consideration of that campfire being either associative, patronising or altogether hostile would not cut as deeply as the exhilarating feeling of relief would take aggressive control, that for a minute or so, I'd be thinking: I am saved!. That violet rune in the distance, is just make-believe wishing; I'm imagining, as I am skidding on them towards my decorated cage of a city, that there are still something healing the land here, something more humane and nourishing than the one that New World has taken. Its scientific breakthrough, achieved years ago, with the purpose to terraform the wasteland, had seen full-on field-level application for quite a few years now. Apparently, before the tech makes an attempt on terraforming, it has to restore, or more aptly– artificially enforce-emulate the way the land used to be. Although the tech has seen profound success at reducing the seemingly irrevocable wreckage of pollution and radioactivity, it has faced manifold challenges at trying to restore or synthesise the biomes. Machine learning, biotechnology and logic processing have seen era-changing leaps in the last 50 years. But humanity cannot possibly hope to recreate the Earth; the Earth, belonging to its solar system, it belonging to a galaxy, milky-way, supercluster... The whole universe is just one potent masterstroke done with infallible confidence, and everything within that single masterstroke are segmented intra-masteretrokes that are, by turn, potent with infinite more strokes within. All the strokes that is not the original, can take infinitely possible additive strokes towards the next possible destination. Thus the stars die, form, reform. Red Giant! They become, from something that once only threw incessant beams of light outward, become something that does not let light out under any circumstance... The point is, I doubt that this new technology, already 23 years old, will be able to lift the state of the world from something beyond non-radioactive yet barren desert. Could it be that their goal was Limbo, not Earth? The corporation that pioneered this technology, GuerreLexicon Research, takes massive pride in its scientists and engineers. Let me tell you: you are not God. This universe is God's creation and He has abandoned it long time ago, I suppose the boredom at the predictability of human ruining itself and others was too much for him to be involved in anymore. Maybe this whole universe has overstayed His intrigue... ... ... ... It was evening when I spotted a car in the distance, out of gas?... I had no business giving a shit. But there is something very eerie about the way it was parked, it looked of accidental haste. Curiosity got ahold of me and I parked my car in a strategic position from the scene and got out. Before I got out, I had, upon smelling danger and excitement, pressed my hand on my waist, out of a habitual reassurance. When I was in Tatterstown, during my time at Garrot Academy, to seek freedom from its superficiality, I had my usual visits to Sojourners, sometimes the visits were sporadic or erratic. Amusingly, contrasting to its name, that particular area in the town had no immediate hosting for the good-willed, but presented a rancid hole for the malicious to crawl into. In the New World Federation, the governments, all across the city states, had taken inflexible measures to ensure survival of the remnants of humanity, on the estimated scarce resources. All of these cities which completely survived the impact of nukes that had torn the Earth asunder, had cutting-edge infrastructure and massive stockpiles of resources. These cities were picked to be the flowerbeds of humanity when all other soils are rendered null and hence they had immense headstarts, than a somewhat surviving place that had no preemptive steps or optimisation taken. These are the places where the most important people, rather the ones that the governments had deemed important, were gathered, as if the government was Noah. Noah had secured male and female of every species. These governments had favoured things that had favoured them. Can you make a biome out of flowers and bright fishes? Can you skip flytraps and sharks? How about the things which are neither?... Ahoy! Sails Noah's ark... There was no God, and He had not sent down His thunders and cyclones, other divine cataclysms... Divinity knows what's best for humanity... This Earth after the great war had become a manmade wasteland, the flora and the fauna were not given the chance to survive...
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For Jef Whitehead VII / Mine Molten Armor II