Chapter 3 (Cont.)
Clip hang! The trunk was locked. I went to check for keys back in the main body of the car but to an expected failure; when I was inside the car, it felt like the car took a painstakingly perfectionist maintenance session to feel like a brand new one. And the only outside sign of degradation was the diminished colour caused by exposure to radioactive dust. GuerreLexicon Research was already one of the leading biotechnology corporations of the whole Old World, back before the great war, indeed they were one of the most instrumental forces behind the preservation of humanity. Now, they are helping the world regain its beauty. The idea that the wasteland was suddenly free of radioactivity is a wrong notion, in comparison to the radioactivity safety threshold of the Old World, the new world's exposed area, that is 98% of the Earth, is utterly toxic. Suppose an old worlder, under duress of final stages of WWIII, took a leap into the New World by a time machine, let's say he wakes up inside this car. Mmmmm I am in a bad position but felt on the most softest velvet, unlike anything I ever felt. I wake up I am inside a car. It has the most pleasant sterility, like a hospital room but with anachronistic futurism. Hmm so the world survived if there's such a car that survived. There's an insignia of futuristic design on the center of the dashboard. But the interior design was anachronistic. When the bombs were falling the Earth had far more modern approach to interior design. So humanity's art history and engineering have survived too? I knew I was right about humanity's tenacity. Wars are inevitable, it's a notion that's proved right time after time, throughout the ages, constantly stretching into the horizon of humanity's timeline. But humanity cannot fail, not before God warrants it. As one of the main scientists at Tymegore Academy of Sciences, me and my colleagues have one dispute with me that I believe in God. "How can a man of science in the year 2099 believe in God?", that was the crux of the disagreement. I'm not preachy, but I do believe that God tests humanity with war, when man is at his most stressed. It is when the test of righteousness of the righteous begins, that whether they can carry their virtues forward in the most ultimate of suffering. It is also a time, when the decadent, the inconsiderate, the chauvinist, with the justification-veneer of war, partakes in ultimate depravity. There will be times when the Devil wins. By the wish of God, maybe the righteous won this time? I am inside a pristine car, parked by a highway in a desert? The desert is looking much finer than I had imagine when I dialed 2149. Ominous sirens were disturbing the facility of Tymegore Academy, and every human habitat on the globe. I will die and my colleagues will. The pending future groundbreaking researches of Tymegore Academy will perish along with us. But I believe in the mercy of the Almighty. If I can only see the aftermath of this insanity, I'll be able to rest more gratefully. Then I woke up, and I'm not in total infernal radioactive oceans, not in something that doesn't look like Earth anymore. Maybe the terraforming action of the famous GuerreLexicon Research has fallen through. I had known some associates there, GuerreLexicon Research was in the areas that Sovereign Niqqson II's regime had marked as high importance slnce the middle part of WWIII, it was still 7 years before the nuclear annihilation. Despite the scarcity of authentic news amidst the war of Armageddon, me and my associates at Tymegore Academy were able to learn that the governments throughout the whole world were enforcing some kind of clandestine protocols in strategically formed areas out of the countries' own lands. Some of the countries who were technologically behind could not afford this as the totalitarian-turning governments were clinically silent about these protocols. It seemed like those underdeveloped countries were doomed to complete ruin. Unfortunately, Tymegore Academy was outside of these high-priority zones, Tymegore Academy was one of the most important research institutes of the world but maybe due to ideological differences. Even before the onset or just warning clouds of WWIII, global paranoia had let the world into investing its most cherished on defense researches. The paranoia rose to a paramount stance when even the most progressive countries in the world fell to regimes run by psychopaths. The already authoritarianism-practising ones might had regressed back to medieval era brutality altogether. All of these authorities were betting all on defense research and post-trauma viability. Those were the most torturous days, stretched into months into years. We at Tymegore Academy, had worked day and night to ensure humanity's safety. And yet we disagreed to the Niqqson Regime's demand to engage in activities we deemed profoundly immoral to the cause of Tymegore Academy. Maybe that's why the government had abandoned us, and most importantly and perpetually, our knowledge? As I am looking outside at the desert now, I feel gratified by the grand feat of GuerreLexicon Research, who being inside the zones, had survived the war. The Niqqson government was right to protect GuerreLexicon. I should step outside. The sun is exceptionally hot. The ozone layer was not repaired yet it seems. I can feel a creeping discomfort. I began throwing up. I collapsed before I could take further steps, drowning in my vomit.....
Funtitled #15
For Philippe Grandrieux V / Sombre II