posted on Sep, 5 2013 @ 04:11 PM
None of us were prepared. We skinned deer, we filtered our water through sterilized gravel, we dug up caches, and we huddled for warmth. Even if
you’ve gone two generations down the line toward symbiosis with your comtech, it doesn't make a lick of difference.
We wait for the wind turbine to power us up to the point:
“How are you? Crops doing OK there down South?”
And silence. We missed India. We missed Georgia.
We missed everyone.
But, we saw an awful lot of eachother, two miles down the road.
We tilled the dirt, we cared for our sickly ones (radiation ≠ super powers).
We still love the comics.
We had the best chance, but it was blown for us. I want to leave a record, and all I can do is impress it into earth.
Be good to each other. It’s not that hard, we promise. We even cracked cold fusion. Pro-tip: it’s the lazers.
To the 6 billion who died of thirst and hunger, or worse.
We failed you. We miss you every day, in ways we didn't know we ever would. We would bring you back, everyone, if we could.
There was another future.
There is still time.