||[Dec. 19th, 2005|12:42 pm]
The Boy Who Lived
The Sun had exploded. I was standing in front of the Louvre by myself when it happened. It looked like the Death Star when it combusted. I had a panoramic view of our favorite star losing it's shining light. My immediate response was terror, fearing the explosion would send shock waves through the universe, destroying all surrounding stars and planets. What an inspiring feeling of hopelessness. |
I made my way through familiar woods in the pitch black day, waiting for the world to end. The television reported that there wouldn't be an annihilation of our planet, just our way of life. We still had electricity and communication, just no sun light. Things were going to get cold. Luckily we could still farm indoors with huge UV lamps, and gas prices for heating would certainly rise, but we would survive. We would have to.
My meeting with the president was brief but insightful. His first question was if "Magneto was a possible threat." Then it was right to work building domes to house food and sporting events. Things were going to be ok.