The end of life as we know it

I’ve been feeling crappy lately, not writing anything new. We had our arms twisting into watching ‘Mars Attacks’ last night, which, to be perfectly honest, we turned off after half an hour. However, this morning I turned up this scrap that made me smile.

The last ship in the fleet of Arks of Salvation pulled away into the unknown, and darkness fell, leaving billions behind to face the end of life on Earth. There had never been even a pretence that there would be places for everyone. No one on the planet, by the end, was gullible enough to still believe that the world’s leaders were working towards the good of any members of mankind other than themselves. The world’s population had always assumed that only the wealthy and powerful would be taken onto the arks leaving for the new world, somewhere in the future.

At all the departure points around the world, the crowds held back from the launch sites by thousands of drones, raised their hands in a final farewell to their leaders, rulers, generals, bankers, celebrities. Some gestured obscenities, some wept, some screamed abuse at the departing glittering success stories. When the last great ship had faded to a fiery torch against the black, the cry spread around the world like a lit trail of powder.

“They’ve gone—we can put the lights back on!”