End Times
Life went on, though the village wasn’t sure why. How many more generations could go on? And were there others? Nobody knew for sure; electronic communication was made impossible by the malevolent red sun’s radiation.
It had been a slow process, so slow that nobody personally remembered it being much different, and yet now the end was clear in sight, and it wouldn’t be long before the planet was uninhabitable. And then? Just another rock, lifeless but for a few extremophile bacteria, spinning around the sun till it was finally enveloped, burnt to a cinder.
These people had no gods.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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