Prologue

History was never one of my favorite subjects. The past was gone. Why let it linger into the future? Why question what has already been done? Lately, however, I find myself pouring over books and old manuscripts from the past. In many, I find the ever growing mention of our fate.

The technology up until 6478 was astounding. Many of the ideas of the 1990s and 2000s were accomplished. Then the blaze hit. To this day, no one knows what that blaze was. It is told that there was a blinding flash, and everything stopped. Every machine, which was almost everything shut down.

Millions of Earth’s population who had become dependant on machines died that day. Hospitals turned into morgues. Up and down the streets, friends, neighbors, strangers dropped dead due to the failure of their heart monitors and other such devices. Businesses crashed all over the world. We were hit by the swift and sudden realization that we were all too dependant on machines, but now it was too late to correct that. The entire world was thrown into a modern day stone age.

In the years following, even more people died than in the original incident. There were hardly any jobs. No jobs meant no money. No money meant no food. No food meant death. But there were those who survived.

Since then, we have regained some of the former technology that we once owned. Even with that, however, we had been set back to the machine age of the 2500s. All of this, of course, happened before I was born. Well, all except the final step to our end. Today.

The earliest source on this disaster that I’ve found so far originated in 2002. The subject may go further back in time, but I wish no longer to pursue it. In the book, this day is mentioned. The calculation was a few decades off, but only a few.

As the dates of each source increased, so did their accuracy. How the disaster would occur, a more precise time frame as to when. Going through the books, I can see this horror closing in. Five-thousand years. Four-thousand years. Three-thousand years. Two-thousand years. One-thousand years. Eight-hundred years. Five-hundred years. Two-hundred years. Seven years. Forty-six days. Thirty-eight hours. Then the last estimated time. Twenty-four seconds. And then all turned darkness.

Author Note: well, after several years of absence, I’ve finally revised this. Anyone who’s reading this should feel special. I put off homework that was due yesterday so that I could edit and re-post this. I’m incredibly busy with all sorts of school stuff right now, so I don’t think I’ll be updating anything else for at least a few months. (though I could be wrong) I’ll try to write more this summer and post it.

ta!

Shayah