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Warm Bodies - R's End of The World Story
Warm Bodies - R's End of The World Story
Warm Bodies - R's End of The World Story
The outside world had already sunk under a sea of blood, and now those waves
were lapping over our last stronghold we had to shore up the walls. We realized that
the closest wed ever get to objective truth was the belief of the majority, so we
enthroned the majority and ignored all other voices. We appointed generals and
contractors, police and engineers; we discarded every inessential ornament. We
smelted our ideals under great heat and pressure until the soft parts burned away, and
what emerged was a tempered frame rigid enough to endure the cruel world wed
created.
We knew it was all wrong. We knew we were diminishing ourselves in ways we
couldnt even name, and we wept sometimes at the memories of better days, but we no
longer saw a choice. We were doing our best to survive. The equations at the roots of
our problems were complex, and we were far too tired to solve them.
Why did we stay? What is a city and why do we keep building them? Take away
the culture, the commerce, the business and pleasure; is there anything left? Just a grid
of nameless streets filled with nameless people?
Why didnt we scatter? Head for high ground and plant our roots where the air
and water were clean? What is it we needed from each other in this sweaty crush of
bodies?
Was it just fear? We were fearful in the best of times; how could we cope with
the worst? So we found the tallest walls and poured ourselves behind them. We kept
pouring until we were the biggest and strongest, elected the greatest generals and
found the most weapons, thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate
happiness. But nothing so obvious could ever work.
What is left of us? No countries, no cultures, no wars but still no peace. Whats
at our core, then? Whats still squirming in our bones when everything else is stripped?
Something unknown to us, something weve never seen. Memory cant overtake
the present; history has its limits. Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our
leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.
This is the plague. This is the curse. So potent now, so deeply rooted and
ravenous for souls, no longer content to wait for death. Now reaching out and simply
taking what it wants.