Post by blackshard on Feb 3, 2009 16:33:44 GMT -5
So this is a sci-fi story. Here is the Preface.
In the year 3014, scientists discovered the existence of a meteorite, who’s sheer mass was enough to reinvent the catastrophe of the dinosaurs. The meteorite was on a loop around the galaxy that scientists judged would cause it to eventually collide with the earth.
Several expeditions were made to uncover a solution to the Meteorite’s presence. They wanted to blow it up, or otherwise impair it’s ability to destroy. Despite earth’s combined scientific expertise, they were unable to concoct an antidote to the tragedy.
There had been, since the late 2000s extensive underground tunnel projects, for the depositing of wastes and the classified testing of certain scientific procedures which to the current decade remain a dusty mystery. The Global Conglomerate saw these tunnels as their potential savior, and began the innovative process of crafting human living space down underneath the earth.
In little less than fifty years, The world had been nearly flip flopped. Anything that used to be above ground that could be moved was now underground, and anything that used to be below the surface was moved above it, to make room for the shift.
With this process of pilgrimage complete, Earth awaited the impending impact with taunted expressions, as they had all seen the red star in the sky getting bigger by night and day. Now, in a perpetual night they awaited the sound of the now invisible visage of death.
The earth rumbled with the impact of the meteorite, duly dubbed “Apocalypse Prime” by wigs, and homes now embedded in new concrete felt vindication for their evacuation.
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Though escape was made from death, the world suffered terrible loss of funds, and entered a depression that was both long and difficult. During this time the pastimes of Loan Shark and Pirate became highly monopolized trades.
The depression lasted a very long time due to the lack of wars that had passed earlier Depressions. Eventually, though, the world now underground regained it’s footing, and wondered about the world above. The leaders stopped their gawking with phrases like “It’s still not safe up there.” and “we have yet to manage ourselves anew down here, why should we force ourselves into another depression?” All of these were valid points, and the people were lulled into a state of blissful compliance, and with time all vestige of the Surface World dissipated from the memory of the living.
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It is now the year P.I. (post impact) 225, and there have been many advances to make life down under luxurious and carefree. People live in cities, protected by domes, called sub-opolises, where the placid sky is depicted in holographics in the day time, and blue and black is the night sky, dotted with white stars. People rarely leave their sub-opolises, but if they do plan to seek their fortune in another sub-opolis, they travel via sub-shuttles that are like space crafts for the underground, bridging huge gaps of empty caverns in traverse to other sub-opolises. Over all, life is peaceful, but there have been rising numbers of pilfering recorded among the higher members of society, and the Police have been cracking down on Anti-piracy laws and regulations.
There is something going bump in the night that taints the zeal for this new found peace, and no one is sure of it’s origin, but the apprehension is there.
In the year 3014, scientists discovered the existence of a meteorite, who’s sheer mass was enough to reinvent the catastrophe of the dinosaurs. The meteorite was on a loop around the galaxy that scientists judged would cause it to eventually collide with the earth.
Several expeditions were made to uncover a solution to the Meteorite’s presence. They wanted to blow it up, or otherwise impair it’s ability to destroy. Despite earth’s combined scientific expertise, they were unable to concoct an antidote to the tragedy.
There had been, since the late 2000s extensive underground tunnel projects, for the depositing of wastes and the classified testing of certain scientific procedures which to the current decade remain a dusty mystery. The Global Conglomerate saw these tunnels as their potential savior, and began the innovative process of crafting human living space down underneath the earth.
In little less than fifty years, The world had been nearly flip flopped. Anything that used to be above ground that could be moved was now underground, and anything that used to be below the surface was moved above it, to make room for the shift.
With this process of pilgrimage complete, Earth awaited the impending impact with taunted expressions, as they had all seen the red star in the sky getting bigger by night and day. Now, in a perpetual night they awaited the sound of the now invisible visage of death.
The earth rumbled with the impact of the meteorite, duly dubbed “Apocalypse Prime” by wigs, and homes now embedded in new concrete felt vindication for their evacuation.
-------------
Though escape was made from death, the world suffered terrible loss of funds, and entered a depression that was both long and difficult. During this time the pastimes of Loan Shark and Pirate became highly monopolized trades.
The depression lasted a very long time due to the lack of wars that had passed earlier Depressions. Eventually, though, the world now underground regained it’s footing, and wondered about the world above. The leaders stopped their gawking with phrases like “It’s still not safe up there.” and “we have yet to manage ourselves anew down here, why should we force ourselves into another depression?” All of these were valid points, and the people were lulled into a state of blissful compliance, and with time all vestige of the Surface World dissipated from the memory of the living.
-------------
It is now the year P.I. (post impact) 225, and there have been many advances to make life down under luxurious and carefree. People live in cities, protected by domes, called sub-opolises, where the placid sky is depicted in holographics in the day time, and blue and black is the night sky, dotted with white stars. People rarely leave their sub-opolises, but if they do plan to seek their fortune in another sub-opolis, they travel via sub-shuttles that are like space crafts for the underground, bridging huge gaps of empty caverns in traverse to other sub-opolises. Over all, life is peaceful, but there have been rising numbers of pilfering recorded among the higher members of society, and the Police have been cracking down on Anti-piracy laws and regulations.
There is something going bump in the night that taints the zeal for this new found peace, and no one is sure of it’s origin, but the apprehension is there.