Party at the End Times
11 June 2008 13:24![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesThe asteroid was coming. There was no time.
They left the single people and couples with no kids outside. They took the families with children 18 and under into the protected caverns.
Most people approved. Those that didn’t approve and tried to sneak in were caught and shot by the military.
There were exceptions to the rule, of course. Scientists, top-tier politicians, and other Imporant People were led into the caverns regardless of their lack of children or spouses.
It was like the Pied Piper visited Earth and led all the families into cracks in the mountains. It was like a man-made Rapture swept through society.
There was a lawless, cashless, depressed society left behind after the doors to the hermetically-sealed caverns closed. Growing fear caused rampant sex and violence. It was anarchy for the 18 to 30 crowd.
An equilibrium was found. Of course there were some snipers and militant types that caused some fear in the beginning. Some looting. Some pointless hoarding. Just human knee-jerk reactions to the removal of laws.
After a while, though, a level of hedonism and partying took over. The count down was on. There was two months until the end of the above-ground world. Sex was unprotected and enthusiastically ferocious. There were equally numerous moments of tenderness.
It was an unseen and doomed chapter of humanity where the masks were taken off. This was a society with no leader, no rules and nothing but impulse at the heart of it. The seven deadly sins were out there boogieing at the party with the rest of us. Closets were freed of their skeletons. Love ran rampant amongst the dancing shreds of the human race.
It was Rome without a leash. An unsustainable freedom. Undercurrents had been brought to the surface.
For some parts of the world, nothing changed.
For the First World, though, it was a revelation. A rave for two continents. It was a post-apocalyptic porn star. Vegas went bankrupt. Electricity gave way to fire. Power and Love became the absolutes.
It was Zeus’s forehead split open and gushing. Pagan? Sure. It was a crazy time.
The asteroid (with the unromantic name of Object B-764) hit on schedule. Earth shook like an Etch-a-sketch and fully one half of the entire population of the planet died in the following week. Nothing above ground survived.
The people underground stayed there for thirty years before venturing out into the New Eden. Pale, humourless, puritan, and mole-like, they started the next evolution of humanity.
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They left the single people and couples with no kids outside. They took the families with children 18 and under into the protected caverns.
Most people approved. Those that didn’t approve and tried to sneak in were caught and shot by the military.
There were exceptions to the rule, of course. Scientists, top-tier politicians, and other Imporant People were led into the caverns regardless of their lack of children or spouses.
It was like the Pied Piper visited Earth and led all the families into cracks in the mountains. It was like a man-made Rapture swept through society.
There was a lawless, cashless, depressed society left behind after the doors to the hermetically-sealed caverns closed. Growing fear caused rampant sex and violence. It was anarchy for the 18 to 30 crowd.
An equilibrium was found. Of course there were some snipers and militant types that caused some fear in the beginning. Some looting. Some pointless hoarding. Just human knee-jerk reactions to the removal of laws.
After a while, though, a level of hedonism and partying took over. The count down was on. There was two months until the end of the above-ground world. Sex was unprotected and enthusiastically ferocious. There were equally numerous moments of tenderness.
It was an unseen and doomed chapter of humanity where the masks were taken off. This was a society with no leader, no rules and nothing but impulse at the heart of it. The seven deadly sins were out there boogieing at the party with the rest of us. Closets were freed of their skeletons. Love ran rampant amongst the dancing shreds of the human race.
It was Rome without a leash. An unsustainable freedom. Undercurrents had been brought to the surface.
For some parts of the world, nothing changed.
For the First World, though, it was a revelation. A rave for two continents. It was a post-apocalyptic porn star. Vegas went bankrupt. Electricity gave way to fire. Power and Love became the absolutes.
It was Zeus’s forehead split open and gushing. Pagan? Sure. It was a crazy time.
The asteroid (with the unromantic name of Object B-764) hit on schedule. Earth shook like an Etch-a-sketch and fully one half of the entire population of the planet died in the following week. Nothing above ground survived.
The people underground stayed there for thirty years before venturing out into the New Eden. Pale, humourless, puritan, and mole-like, they started the next evolution of humanity.
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