A Global Disaster

It is the year 2104 A.D. Since the year 2000, the world has started to fade. Major Debt is forming in the country, and all hell has broken loose. They finally cancelled Dancing with the S tars in 2069, because most of the population is too dumb to know how to dance. However, there are a few still smart enough. This brings us to a particular story. The story of Bob and George, who tried (and did not succeed) to save the Human Race…

George sits in the dreadful, sweaty, humid waiting room, waiting for his friend Bob to be done with work. The air conditioner, broken long ago, hangs outside the window, waiting for the garbage man to throw it in a pile with the rest of the broken technology. Just looking at the yellowish-white wallpaper made him want to throw up, and the furniture did not make him feel any better. The carpet, faded years ago, is full of stains from who knows what.
“Where the hell is that man?” George thinks to himself, questioning what could be taking him so long. “It has been nearly an hour and I have not heard a single word from him.” As he sits and waits a little longer, he notices that the sun will be going down very shortly, which means that the air will soon get too cold to bear. Suddenly, he hears what sounds like a bellow. It sounded like a small yelp of joy, but maybe that was just because the walls were thicker than normal.
All of a sudden, Bob bursts through the door, crying from happiness, and yells, “I did it! I have solved all our problems!”
“What are you talking about bob?” George asks, while rubbing his ear (it felt like it was bleeding)
“I have done it, George! I have found a way to harvest and accumulate oxygen on other planets!” Bob declares, with quite a touch of exhilaration on his voice. “We can finally get off this god-forbidden planet and live elsewhere. Like, for instance, Mars! Perhaps even the Moon!”
“Oh my god, that is…” George says, his mind blown so far away he can barely utter a word.
“Which means I need YOU,” Bob says, pointing at George. “To finalize those blueprints for the low-gravity base you had. It is required that we get people of this planet before something dreadful happens.”
“Well Bob that’s why I came to visit you, because they are finished. Can you believe it? I finished the Blueprints! The only problem I had was finding out how to add gravity into the situation, but that is all set now! I can place your blueprints of the storage area into my low-gravity base, and we will finally be able to live elsewhere!”
“We have to share this news with the press.” Bob states. “I can see the headline now: ‘PROMINENT SCIENTIST AND LEGENDARY ARCHITECHT CREATE LOW-GRAVITY STATION.’ We will finally have a chance to show the world what we can do!”
For the next year, George and Bob plot their way into fame, and how to get the base onto the moon. After another year of torment, sweat, and ice-covered, frozen-shut doors, they decide on a way to send a small piece up at a time and put the base together on the moon. After they put the base together, they begin to establish the oxygenation procedure.
Slowly the base filled with oxygen, and the base even contains a few plants. The food stores packed full of simple foods, and subsequently, we even were able to transport a few animals to live there. The new government formed, the PGEN (the Planetary Government of Established Nations) finally resolved to start bringing some humans up to the moon in 2118, which was Fourteen years after Bob and George finally found the possibility. By now, people did not really care for what happened to the planet, as they thought they were all going. However, the government decided to bring roughly 20,000 up, the base only capable of holding 200,000. They figured by the time this base was full they would have the capability of creating a new base.
Finally, 20 years after beginning to transport the humans, there were houses, government buildings, and several sectors already created. All the people brought to the moon loved George and Bob, and many even asked for autographs. They became the National Architect and Scientist, and even thought of ways to perfect the base and oxygen supplies. However, after about 15 years something terrible happened, although it was quite unexplained.
George and Bob were going over plans to improve it, when they realized the air felt very thin.
“Um, Bob, have you checked on the oxygen supply lately?” George inquires, coughing once or twice in between. “The air feels quite thin…”
“Hah, my plan was flawless! It is probably just this room, because the air does not circulate very well in this area.” Bob calmly asserts, although there is a little apprehension in his voice.
“I think we should go check it... the (cough) air feels thinner than usual.”
“Well I do not want to get involved. If something is wrong, YOU go fix it.
George mumbles something under his breath about how it was Bob’s plan, then decides, what the heck, might as well. So on his way, George feels lightheaded a bit. Twice he nearly falls over. When he finally gets there, he feels a little better, but not by much. Then he finds the cause of the thinness in the air…
All the oxygen tanks have been broken, scratched open by something unknown to him. He just looks at the tanks, mouth wide open, as he listens to a small hiss still coming out of the tank. However, after about 5 minutes, the hiss stops quite abruptly. He looks at the small LED screen next to the tank showing the oxygen levels in the tanks. The number brought down to 5% oxygen, and the air around the dome was lowering excessively fast due to the mass of people breathing. Realizing there was no way out of this, he slowly stumbles to Bob, who looks at him, wondering what is wrong.
“Bob, something’s happened to the oxygen tanks.” George states surprisingly calmly. “They have been ripped open somehow, and the oxygen is not being produced anymore. We are all going to die.”
Bob just sits there, not knowing what happened. He cannot believe human existence is going to end, just like that. Moreover, he cannot believe HE is going to end just like that. His whole existence was all for nothing. For the next 30 minutes, they say their goodbyes trying to conserve as much air as they can. However, after that, they suffocate to death and a silence falls over the land.
Back on earth, there is little life. Many have already died off, starting with the Americans, of course. The few survivors are dying off quickly, whether it is from frostbite or heatstroke. Bodies lay in the street like there was just a war, and animals roamed free, although not many. Some areas of the world, untouched by humans, still thrive, although they are quickly dying off.
Some 50 billion light years away sits a few aliens. They have been keeping up with the series “HOMO-SAPIEN” for several decades, and have every century on TiVo. They are a little disappointed that the world ended like that, but they cannot possibly run a show for more than three millenniums can they.
“You know, that was quite the ending, John.” Sarah says to her boyfriend. Sarah and john are Bajorans, or “Aliens” as the humans refer to them as. “I love that word they refer to us as, ‘Aliens.’ It is so catchy!”
“That was a terrible ending. They always end that way, with them killing the whole race by a plague, a virus, lack of oxygen, or some psychopath who first wants to kill everyone else, and then kill himself. They need to pick something else, like the world blows up or something.”
“I’m sorry dear. What do you want to watch next, Venus? There is also Galaxy 2836, which just came out. That looked good.”
“I think I am just going to go to bed. Thanks anyway, Sarah.” John says on his way to the bedroom. “Will you TiVo that new series me please?”
“Sure John, goodnight!” she says, and then flips the channel…

THE END
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