I keep having dreams about the end of the world. Well, not so much the "end" end. More like what happens after the end.
2 nights ago I had a dream that Global Warming had reached the critical point, where the human race would no longer be able to survive, so there had been selected 3000 people to be cryogenically suspended for 1000 years, by which time all the climate models had predicted the world environment should have returned to habitable state. My dream didn't cover how those 3000 were chosen, but being my dream, I was selected. As any good sci-fi story should have, there were some hickups in the plan, with some of the selected being woken only a few hundred years into the program, as a result of some failing equipment. Luckily the 3 that woke were able to repair the fault before any more damage was done, and re-suspend, as outside the complex appeared dangerously hellish.
In the end, all 3000 had awaken to find their complex on a smallish island surrounded by a ring of other islands. As we were all coming to terms with the idea of our new world and I was sitting on a rocky beach, a friend came running towards me, with the excitement of recognition, a familiar feature in the strange environment, and together we started the plan for exploration and habitation of our island state that would not lead to a repeat of the human disaster that got us there in the first place.
F
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment