Destined Children
‘Of fowls also of the air by sevens, the male and the female; to keep seed alive upon the face of all the earth’ – Genesis 7:3
We are the destined children. That’s that they said. We are the chosen ones to board the Noah’s Ark. That’s what they said.
It is 30AE, 30 years after earth, 30 years after the Great War. Cities lay in ruins. All that remains are scattered rubble with smoke rising from within. They house desperate people, reverted to the state of animals, left to scavenge, steal and slaughter.
Remember two years before the war started? Those weren’t good times either. They spent all their money on that space colony, back then I never bothered to remember its name. No one read the news. No one cared. Newspapers were either mixed with firewood or possibly became your daily fiber intake. People were too busy trying to find a shelter, fill their empty stomachs, or resist the taste of their own urine after all else failed. This I do recall, the completed space colony lost contact and a desperate war ensued. I heard they fixed that space junk eventually, a special team was sent by the Almighty Imperial Globalists who won the war. Ironically, it felt indefinitely awkward when I was invited. Invited to be one of the chosen people to live on that so-called sanctuary despite the fact I never cared so much for it.
Noah’s Ark. I remember its name now. That’s what it’s called. I also remember clearly the day I exited that cramped space bus and walked onto the platform of this ‘Noah’s Ark’. It is a sanctuary, we have clean water, the lights are on 24/7 and most of all there isn’t the fear of a stray plasma missile or inaccurately aimed laser hitting you. Life is good.
Sometimes I look through the solar glass and see Earth. I heard it used to be called the Blue Marble, or something like 70% of its surface is water. All bullocks I say, just rumors people made up to feel better. All I see is a reddened planet, covered in nuclear dust and smoke and more dust.
So I’m going to live old and die here. Most likely. Yet there’s something that makes me believe all of us here have a greater purpose, something worthy of this sanctuary’s name. After all, we are the destined children. That’s that they said. We are the chosen ones to board the Noah’s Ark. That’s what they said.
-Civilian's diary 12/10/30AE
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