The world continues to spin and orbit and somehow stay attractive to the sun. Time continues to appear linear to us. Days come and go, hours and minutes turn like gears around life's clockwork masterpiece.
I find myself wondering how I found myself standing on a street wearing a Guy Fawkes mask and holding an Auggie machine gun.
Then I remembered that the world ended yesterday.
That's right, mostly, except it wasn't yesterday exactly, it was long enough ago that there is grass growing in Times Square.
You might ask me, "How could it come to this?" but you are dead, so you can't.
You might ask me, "how do you know I am dead? Who's holding the camera?"
"Well, I can tell you that it's not you. She is much better looking."
I would be lying of course, she is also were a mask. A Harlequin to be exact.

Sunsets are a lot nice in the city than they used to be. There is not many people left. Those who survive had to go back to farming and gathering and hunting. A real Fight Club Future it is.
Unlike the other possibilities that could have happened. But I am getting ahead of myself.
How did it come to this?
There is quite a story in this..
Unfortunately for most of you 90% of human population perished in the chaos that consumed all the world we thought we knew. There wasn't a zombie apocalypse with hordes of zombie monsters consuming all they could find. Actually, I am lying there was a "zombie" apocalypse but instead of rotting monsters roaming the streets- there were humans who had dehumanized themselves into a sort of cannibalistic mass consumer who wasted all the planets resources until all that was left was this nightmare city. Then the world rebelled and as the monsters consumed themselves having nothing left raw unmade material to produce and waste, nature rose up in the vacuum of reason and struck down the masses in droves until only the enlightened remained. These days there are only the memories of those monsters to haunt us in the empty fields between the remains of buildings.
I find myself wondering how I found myself standing on a street wearing a Guy Fawkes mask and holding an Auggie machine gun.
Then I remembered that the world ended yesterday.
That's right, mostly, except it wasn't yesterday exactly, it was long enough ago that there is grass growing in Times Square.
You might ask me, "How could it come to this?" but you are dead, so you can't.
You might ask me, "how do you know I am dead? Who's holding the camera?"
"Well, I can tell you that it's not you. She is much better looking."
I would be lying of course, she is also were a mask. A Harlequin to be exact.

Sunsets are a lot nice in the city than they used to be. There is not many people left. Those who survive had to go back to farming and gathering and hunting. A real Fight Club Future it is.
Unlike the other possibilities that could have happened. But I am getting ahead of myself.
How did it come to this?
There is quite a story in this..
Unfortunately for most of you 90% of human population perished in the chaos that consumed all the world we thought we knew. There wasn't a zombie apocalypse with hordes of zombie monsters consuming all they could find. Actually, I am lying there was a "zombie" apocalypse but instead of rotting monsters roaming the streets- there were humans who had dehumanized themselves into a sort of cannibalistic mass consumer who wasted all the planets resources until all that was left was this nightmare city. Then the world rebelled and as the monsters consumed themselves having nothing left raw unmade material to produce and waste, nature rose up in the vacuum of reason and struck down the masses in droves until only the enlightened remained. These days there are only the memories of those monsters to haunt us in the empty fields between the remains of buildings.
You might ask what led to this downfall?
Ignorance.
In a word, a relative flash of a few hundred years, humanity surrendered all traces of intelligence to collective thought, following whomever would lead never questioning the fact that the leaders had even less judgement than those who promoted them to become thus. At first, the sides of the war used words like socialism, communism, capitalism, republicanism, democratism and tyranny. In the end it did not really matter, because the words had become meaningless as had any concept of individualism. In the end, the mass of humanity looked only for the next entertainment, the next meal, the next gadget that would simplify their already meaningless lives even as the few cried in the wilderness that devastation was setting in.
In the end, only the few who would see the coming days, did anything to save themselves.
The rest of mankind went to their dooms, smartphones in hand believing that everything would be okay and that the world was really doing fine.
A lot of it is unclear, but one thing is clear.
It's my dream.
It's my nightmare.
I am Sarah Connors looking into the unavoidable date with destiny
And that is Life According to
Mike...
and probably
William Tell
Shatner.
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