Sci-Fi Ramblings

[Peachling]

I am a sci-fi junkie. I don't care if it's cheesy or stupid or whatever, I love it. Recently I've found a bit of time to actually experiment with my own writing. The rest is rather self explainatory.'

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It’s 2400 and the world is ending.

It was our savior, our messiah, the light strewn forth from the darkness to save us all... Nuclear Fusion… With the ability to convert matter into raw energy we saw the dawn of a new era. Power became all but limitless. We shifted our gaze to new horizons... Colonizing the stars. Fabricating Artificial Intelligence. Utilizing Nano Technology. We were distracted. The power seemed so beautiful, so flawless, that we ignored its imperfections. So much energy being released… At first we were utilizing ten percent, twenty. We even got up to fifty percent efficiency towards the end. Then we noticed. It didn’t seem like much at first, a few miscarriages. That wasn’t too extraordinary for people in contact with that much radiation. But it spread. It now blankets Earth.

We have nothing left. Except ourselves. Our wrinkled twisted selves. There have been no births for the last forty years, and we grow tired. Our brother species are dying off, one by one. They’ve been left unable to breed. Their shorter lives near spent. The mutations keep growing, and our food grows scarce. Every year our crop production diminishes as less seeds survive to germinate… We’re dying.

Those who remain scrape by on little. The time for technology is over. There’s no one to operate or develop it. The stars? Who will pilot our ships? Who will build our ships? Our AI? They’re like children. Children with no hope. Locked into primitive algorithms endlessly repeating, they can hardly learn, hardly create. Stuck in their engineered evolution, waiting for ‘mutations’ that will never come. Eventually, they’ll die too. Even metal wears away to nothing… I pity them; to waste away for centuries is a worse fate than mine.

How long do we have left? Does it matter anymore? Many people have already taken the pills. The world is waiting for the rest of us to join them. I’d give humans another twenty years… I’d give me a bit less.

I’d always thought of myself as strong. Pictured myself grim too the end. As long as I had strength I wouldn’t break… It’s different once you’ve been there. Experienced it. Everyone I’ve ever cared about is dead. It’s not the same once it happens. Once they’re all gone. It brings tears. Hurts… Guess I was wrong.

There’s no hope anymore… Space is no longer an option. It’s too late for genetic engineering. There’s nowhere to run too, because, the sickness is all around us. It’s inside us… I’m ready for it all to stop… Ready for the pain to vanish… Ready to move on… Still…

It’s 2400, the world is ending, and I’m scared.

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Any critisizm would be appreciated. Thanks!

And how is critisiisiizismzismm spelt? I am drawing a complete blank on it.