The choice is a right
an excerpt

This is god
knock knock...Knock
"Hello... Is there anyone out there...?"

The voice you are hearing now will be your guide though this empty space of our universe. I want to begin by explaining who i am. I am god just not your "god", well at least not the one you've come to know and love, hate and dispise. I am not some mythotical figure of your imagination, proven by only your faith, nor am i the creator of all man kind. I didn't envoke the big bang, i didn't Create eve for adam's lonleyness. The reason i am refered to as simply god is because i know all. Every tiny little detail of this barren place, happens only under my watch. I see planets born, and shrivle up into nothingness, i am the sole witness to every crime, and i hear every word spoken between all language barriors.

In your planet i might be though of as the creepy little old lady at the end of the block. Who can be seen watching out the window constantly waiting for something to happen. She sits quietly in her old sun bleached rocker. Kids are scared by her know it all aditude. adult believe her to be just a lonely old woman, but the believer's know her turely phyic powers. She never leaves the comforts of her home, yet she knows what happened across town. She never owned a television, or subscrible to the local new paper, yet she is always up to date in the worldly matters. The reason for all of this being very matter of fact. She simply sees things.

Or the darken teenager, who is never seen or heard. You know the one who you only notice if someone points him out. He's quiet, and salom, keeps to him self. You'll find him at the back of every line, in the corner of a room, down a dimly lite ally. He sees everything happen around him, accidents that he could stop but had no desire to be noticed. He has no opinion no remorse for anything the people around him do or say. His only ture concern is with his only friend, what is left of his bruised and battered sole.

As you listen to my deep and mesmarizing voice, please remember that i bear no opinion of the matter. I have no say, and i didn't stop nor inflict any of these events.I don't even have the powers, or the will to even debte either. I am simply telling you what you can not see. I am your eyes and ears into an alternate demention. This is the story of what once happend to the place you call home, your earth. This is what will happen on earth if you don't stop the madness, this is one of your possible fates. A choose your own ending if you will. I'm just cheating a little for you sake, giving you a boost to the window for a peek of your demise. So please for you own safty proceed with extream caution.

Pre-Earth Log

The year was 2:10 when the election that changed to earth of all of history took place.

Oh yes, sorry...I forgot that you don't know what that 2:10 mean. No it is not the current time. It is a shorten version of the year 2010, it was adopted by us universal figures, because of all the enourmus numberings of years... some planets like your sun have been here for millions of years, and that tends to make for alot of time loss, when you find your self having to write history books. Now where we're we? Ah yes....

Your plant still have not come to terms with the fact that woman should have equal rights with men, even though it had been decades since the female revolution. Most of the new world (After the 2002 war that shock half the earths countries) consisted of only two main goverments. The EAN (earth's Allied Nations) and the LTD (local township diplomates. Both parties worked together to create unison, and equal right and opritunites for all human beings. They funded and managed most if not all the major companies, ensuring everyone had their working place in the world. Poverty was wiped out, when income bans and restrictions we implamented. There was said to be no wars, because there was only one true goverment the EAN, and no one had the means to fight back against the one's who controlled everything.

Science had advance with lightning speed. Cyborgs we're now common findings. Hospitals Transplanted manufactured organs, and were capiable of replacing every human body part including the human mind. Although with each new advance, came another problem. They we're never able to cure canser, or aids...so they just replaced the damage organs, and started fresh. No one died of what was previously called "old age", there was no such thing as accidental death. Humans applied for their standard living expence (old age pention) at year 85 and were eligable for a death permit only during or after year 100. These usually took anywhere from six to twenty five months to process, and if you posed any sort of use to the EAN you we're automatically denied until your usefulness expired. If you did by chance happen to be approved, by the EAN you were then required to make the nessicary arrangment with your funeral director. Pay the fees for incineraction, and disposal on the spot. Then you had to conferm all the details with your LTD pay their processing fees, in the required time allowance. If you failed to have your assets and personal matter in order or you time ran out and permit expired. You must than wait the required twelve years before you could reapply. Death was no longer a given fact of life, a right, or even a choice. It was simply a time comsuming battle of paperwork and goverment bull shit.

Space travel was no longer just a thing of the future. It was common practice, to travel to mars for a steamy vaction in the scorching sun, dry heat. Even just the luxiously of having free fresh healing water, even if it was all hiden in underground caves and caverns.

"Why this was never found before with NASA's explorations? That is because they didn't know what they were looking for and science had not advance enough to know that H2O was not the only source of life substainingliquid. The water on mars is in fact not water at all, it's 6EM12O, it looks like a solid mass, like a rock for example, but a single poke of a finger will disperse it tightly woven mass of neutrons, and molecular atoms, createing a thin water like liquid. Which as science has proven is actually better for the human body than H2O. Unlike the still standing water we once had, this fluid evolved enough to protect it's self for evaporating and lossing it's healing qualities in the extream tempatures."

The extream heat there was some how different from earths, more convential i guess. Mars had become some what of a Las vagus type holiday, with the topless beaches free from the tan lines, and unsightlies. It was a popular destination with the newly weds and anniversary type, with it's constant romantic pink and orange cloud cover, and millions of unexplored valleys of treasures to discover. There were daily transport pods scedualed, and the sight was something you would never come to see on earth, at least not for a few more decades.

NASA was compleatly disolved by the EAN for their part in try to take pluto off the map. It is a planet and always will be acording to the leaders. It has actually been converted to a winter paridise, with all the comodities of world renonwned ski resort. Only problem was, even with the advanced capablities of hyper sleep, it still took a long gruleing six earth months to get there. Then again, for a human who has no chance of dying on the trip, or any time soon for that matter, it really wasn't that long after all.

All outer universe mapping, exports, and exploration commercial and residential were handled only by the EAN along with all of our deffences and flet jets. the ANST (Allied Nations Space Team) was NASA's technical replacement. The was a billion jobs created when the transport department launched their universe wide trading agreement. We'll build cargo ships, defence jets, and passanger transit pods for worlds that havn't been able to manufactured their own space travel feats yet. In return for a set amount of their non renewable resorces. Things in which this earth was quickly runing bone dry.

Alot has changed since the humans had destroyed most of mother naturers limbs. This planet has been with out any sorce of water for three years now. That was a time stopping discovery, even though they had been watching it slowly disapear for decades. The ice caps had compleatly melted and the sea level rose about fourty feet, half the worlds land masses had disapeared beneath the sea. Yet slowly, ever so slowly the water began to evaporate as the o-zone's holes became larger and the walls blocking out the intense heat began to wear thin. Eventually the land began to resurface, and soon all the water had evaported under the blazing rays of the sun. We we're beging to look more and more like mars, and it's sole cause was our polution.

About six weeks after the last creek bed, had be scorched bone dry, and nothing remain of the oecan but sun bleach white bones, cracking under the britle heat, their last hope ran out. The rain stoped to exsist. But no one fear the EAN had planned a backup. Their lab of scientist had descovered that the human immune system to with stand something they called Mostiure condences minerals. They never told the public masses what exactly this was because they we're glad to have anything.

"I will tell because i am god, and know everything. In their over sized recycle plants, which stood out like and eye sore in this blazing planet, where nothing grew and green was no longer a colour. Huge gray plant situated between four masive tanks litters the empty skyline of what was once the country side. ANYTHING liquid which was no longer of a any use was transport to these plants. Inside oil, blood, urian and anything else you name was heated and reduced. The evaportion process produces a condensation like substance on the iner walls of the tranfer tanks. This was then collected and purified, untill it had a toxcity level that was tollerable by humans. It was packaged in rycled plasic bags that contained the recomended fifteen fluid cups of life substaining tar colored crap."

Indoor pluming was now a crime, and most if not all water works had been compleatly shut down, except for goverment building, hospitals, and your local water works facility. (Heaven forbid the goverment have to tone down their thrown toilet conserve water. Hospitals are understandable but the goverment, seriously live like the rest of your followers for once in your shallow lives. There is no need for thousand dollar thirty star meals, and earth killing polution machines you call your fleat of private transportation. You are no better then the standards you set for your voters, yet you think your above this all...turths be told, you are as far from it as one can come. ) Your local water works facility is your only source of human sanitations. Although the more resorces depeat, the higher the price tag climbs. Most of your standar comunity members can only aford a hair wash twice a week, and a compleat sanitation twice a week.

"I guess a freshly shaved wife every night is out of the question?"

Anyways the water boys now deliver to every registered home, the recomend weekly requirments of drinkable so called water. These guys also work the WTW (waste to water) program. They recieve and ship your portable waste units. Which are nothing special. Not real high tech either. Just a simple three by three foot orange box. Compleate with an air tight sealer ring, activated by the flip of a toggle switch located on the left hand side. The letters WTW etch in charcoal black letters on all four side. Which reads the same in both the standard native tounges. Two straigh line back hinges attach your personal pearl white fiber glass toilet seat, designed for maximun comfort, and controll.

"Back to the election, man do i ever get side tracted quickly. You see that is the problem when you are god. There are so many things to watch, to thinking about that you become easily distracted, hard to concentrate on one subject let alone tell a simple stories of destruction and death. I'm sure it will come with time and practice, so i promise you that by the end of this journey, i will be able to stay centered in your universe for some extended length of time."

EAN held an in house election, they voted on which of their menbers should be burden with which manatory service. This was enacted every seven years, for the sake of the public. Traditionally it served no real purpose to the leaders, besides just an inconvience and a bundle of unnessiary paper work. Since there was only one goverment, and no other politcal parties, there was to be no campaining, or going door to door, the goverment never changes and the public did not have a right to vote. Hence the In house election, it was compleated with goverment members only.

During the elections a member had fallen ill with a flu like vuiris. He was giving the rest of the day off, only to return the following afternoon, to find half the congress had became ill with the same syptopms. They discussed their problems at lenghs with each other, only to conclude that it was a mere flu, and continued on with their schedualled election, but something was diffrenet, flawed if you will. Although no one cared to admit it, and it was never mentioned. We, the gods of the universe had seen it before, and praied it's fate would not be that of others. We had no choice but be our usual innocent bystanders as we watched the EAN fall apart and almost 2:50 years of work, disapear down the drain of tiny little black sink hole.

It was what we called the terrorist viruis. A tightly linked nitch of beings who attacted the minds of powerful beings, and turned them against each other. A viruis unheard of nor curable by most planets in the entire universe and beyond. It strikes randomly and swiftly, the damage is done before anyone ever has the sence to think twice about the matters. That is what happend to earth twently years before when the small country of america set foot in another country with the sole intention of bring them to their knees. Before that it was the halicost, and before that...well almost every war and intentinal world war, was caused by a single stran of the T viruis. There were a few people in the world who could ignore the voices in their heads telling them to do gods work, but most were just acussed of being insane, and we're locked away. In this case the victims were so out of touch with their own mind, that they didn't even notice they we're no longer in control of their own physical actions.

This was a strain unseen of before by the universe gods. It caused the EAN to disperse, and fight amongs them selves. The devistation this cause was sirreal, it was heart breaking to watch. Those human civilians who had any sence, got on a transport pod, or tourist shuttle an went as far away from this earth as humanly possible. The hardships to come, and the odds of surviving were unmistakable. It was not easy to leave your only known home with the intention of never returning, not know what was out there...if anything at all, yet millions apon millions did it in a heat beat, when the woman surpression camps began to spring up across the world. At least anyone with the finacial means had the chance to leave...the wasn't the case for most...A large number got left behind.

only a few short weeks later the military had rounded up all the woman, and sent them to underground facilities, to work. "They had to much compasion, and had no use in battle....no use for man besides... pleasure, you are simply just in the way...beside with the extended life most we're never even able to procreate anymore." Said a stalky balding men holding a gun to the backs of a hundred woman. There we're massive undergroung structures built into the earths cord. Some of which were so close to the cord, they had to monitored and filted with dry ice. The walls reieforced against the metal bending heat, to keep from folding in on it's self. They worked day and night, and the only route to the surface was constantly gaurded. Finially when the men were confident in them selves that there were no more woman left to put their long rightous nails into their games, they seals off the exit, and made it impossible for the woman to ever return to the surface.

Down about five hundred miles below groundlevel, in the supression camp, there was enough well educated woman to form an ruleing power, to manage their resorces, and keep the order amongst the angery fearful woman. Few were pregnant, some sciencist, that never skipped a beat in there research, they just set up shop, in a room the workers carved from the granit, and went right back to work. There were groups in charge of building suitable living quarters for every one of the thousands of prisoners. Exploring pioneers, we liked to call them, always diging deep, sometimes though to be trying to come up on the other side. An old child hood myth. If you dig deep enough, you'll end up in china. There were cooks, and teachers to educated the young, on the deemons that man kind had become.

It had been months since the woman had seen any sign of life from above ground. Their society had taken to a standard male egotistical lifestly. They fashoned an army of depressed youth who showed any signs of violents. Id numbers we're branded into their pale incondecent flesh with hot iron rods, heated by the earth cord. They we're branded keepers of mother eather. The numbers which scarred just below their left collar bones represent the order in which they were drafted, the larger the number, the higher the rank. Standard millartary rules apply, highest rank must always be respected and honnored to the highest capablities of the solidger.

In the labs a quiet scientist named Adamina, meaning of this earth had stumbled apon the awnser to their infertility. A remarkable finding, now they could reproduce if only they could find a man, just one was all they wanted, something they could keep locked away and milk for his life giving juice. I mean in this time all they had were their lab rats, clones created for the intented process of sience. Adamina had her head in her research all of her 32 years. She had never met, nor married...hell she didn't even know what sex felt like, although she never had any consern for her test tub creations before. They were just part of her work. It was nothing to play the role of her believe god, and create and destroy a human embrio from a single strain of DNA. To any one else in the universe it was crule and unheard of before.

During her routine rounds, inspecting the fetal chambers for defects. These were placed in four rows of ten units, each veritcal unit contained two sepearate fetal chamber stacked on top of each other. The chambers were designed to mimic the conditions of a womans utterus, before the infertility had become such a problem. she came apon a tank that had apeard to become a third of the size it should have been. Adamina fingered her long auburn hair back behind her ear, and set her granit writting tablet down on the cold floor, slowly she got down on her bear knees. The hem of her standard technitions skirt had raised about two inches above dimples in her knees. With on hand press firmly againt the glass of the 5 gallon fetal chamber, and the other hand resting on her tighten right thigh, she bent forward with a bursting curiousity towards the chamber.

Adamina heart pounding, she couldn't believe her eyes. She gently in an almost seductive move, rocked back on her heels, she rubbed her eyes, feathered her long slender fingers though her thick shiny hair. She cracked her neck, even went as far as to massauge her temples, before replaceing her chained glasses, an effortlessly hung peice of hardware that laid across her chest on a simple gold chain. They slide up to the bridge of her nose as if they had been place on a set of tracks. She mindlessly picked up her heavily weighted clip board and for the second time, braced her self to take a closer look. She quickly recorded every detail of her findings of the three fetuses. Something never before seen with this type of breeding proceedures. See mesured the size and diamiter of each, the shape, colour and connections to the umblical cord. All three of the 12 week old fetuses were compleatly identical, created from one single stran of DNA and only one sperm directly injected in to the formulated and lab created egg. They were Tripplets.

It was a finding this truely relidgous Adamina thought to be a sign from god. She vowed to keep them a secreat and protect them for all of eturnity. These triples where her babies, she coddled them as if she had always love the though of having children. Her motherly instincts put to good use. It was not easy keeping her findings a screat considering the number of woman living in such confined spaces, but as the months past it grew easier. The female's undergound kindom grew, to great lenghts, buildings, began to form. There was finally enough living quarters for almost everyone, with the exception of a few hundread people who shared their living quarters, with a partner.

Sex among females was no long tabo as it once was. It had become a common past time, and many woman had come to terms with the moving discovery that it was often even better then their pervious straight relationships had been. It was slower, all consuming. There was no question of a lack of stamina, it could last hours, sometimes entire night cycles. It wasn't a loveless pounding that most striaght relationships had resorted to, when the spark fizzled and the novelty wore off.

During the early hours of the day time cycle, Adamina rushed to her lab, the fetal chamber the twins resided in had been exchange for a large tank, in another part of the science ward. It had been nine months to day of their creation, and it was finaly the moment Adamina had been waiting her entire life for, but had never let her self know it. She said a quiet pray for god to protect her innocent children, and always ensure they had each other if nothing else. With that being said, Adamina unlocked the master seal concecting the tank to the nutrients supply line. Out pissed a small amount of gass as the seal was lifted and the tank was left standing alone. Adamina quickly removed the plastic lid, and climbed down the inter ladder. The fetal fluid, was made of a heated jell, of a low molecular contact, designed to simulate early movement and growth, for the babies. Carefully she removed each baby one by one, and bathed, and examined each one. They were all compeatly identical. Each had a pair of ocean blue eyes, if you could remember what colour that was, and a small birthmark, that one could say slightly resembled a tree. Something Adamnia hadn't seen since she was in her eary twenties. The babies never cried, as she wrapped them, neither made a single sound until they we're seperated.

Above gound, where there was still the distince diffrence between night and day. Man kind had destroyed almost every standing building with their bombs. It had become the world's last war. Everywhere man had traveled was nothing but yellow brick road of destruction, and madness. They had no sence of right nor wrong. Anything and everything was free game. It was just like a game of battle ships. They kepted taking pot shots at each other, until finialy someone had a hit. The extent of harm done to the earth had been masive. The men we're few and lossing more and more every day. Something drastic had to be done to ease this madness. The day would come when there was not a single living creator left of the entire earth, and it would come fast, like the heavens colliding with hadies. There was no way to stop it, no chance in avoding it, it was just what fate had in mind, for this lost planet.

The last man standing was intented to be victorious, it was that simple in the minds to these men. The viruis had slowly disolved most of their porcessing brain cells. All their morals and common sences, had slowly drifted away in the stronge south eastern wind. They had become nothing but mindless zombies, killing anything that happened to be in the wrong place, and the wrong time. This was an every creature for them selves situation. These men didn't even have the sence left to eat the animals that they had killed. Half the worlds men, died strictly from lack of food, and water. half decomposed bodies littered the terraine like trees and shrubs once had, the scorching heat speeding up the foscilziation process, and leaving nothing but pear colored bone like rocks behind. There were no graves, or single white crosses purched under shady elms, a top steap hills, like the war torn hero's of the first world war. This was much different then anything this earth had seen before, anything man could have even conceived on his own.

There was a building just north of where the pasifc light house once stood. All that remained was a single side. The other three walls, had crumbled down into the burning sand. Hanging form what was to be a seventh story window was the bloodied upper torso of a man. Weather it was the blast from the bomb, or the debrie that severed his body below the waist, I care not to know any more of the gory details. I have a sensitive stomach when it comes to such bloody descriptions. I apologies if that is what you are here to read. Anyways the man's long brown hair shined a bloody hue in the golden sun, it hung low over his head, covering the single close rang gun shoot wound to the back of his head. As he feel forward his arms thrown out in front of him, in what looked like a peace offering, i read the man mind. He thought nothing of remorse for his actions, had no concern for the fatherless children his actions will forever torment. There was no hope for a future, not even a desire to survive, just the single thread of though. -To be killed; is to kill.

Most people would say that phrase is a little backwards. Humans who have morals and compasion would most often asume to kill another is to be killed your self. Which is true. Every time we knowingly take a life, or cause a nother's untimely demise through our inaction, a part of our soul dies, a peice that will never be returned nor replaced. It's a hard truth to come by, but any man locked away, considered a lifer for his crimes, will tell you. There is nothing left inside of him. He is empty and barren just like the earth is now, with out a hope in the world of ever turning back time and re writting the pages of fate.

A four meter long chunck of the old golden gate bridge hangs in the mist of the this horid sky line. It hasn't been used in decades, but only now has it fallen to peices. scattered across miles of parishing lands, shards of metal and shimmer in the sun during the day. At night they reflect the light of exploding bombs into the skys. Dancing between the stars, and streaking across the sky like a comet a blaze. Those lights are the most prized picture to come from all this destruction. The simple physicis of light, create a magnificent master peice, a bright and brilliant sight matched with the constant hammering of explotions in the distance. The sound of metal grinding against sheet rock, and the constant crackle of the inferno just meter from sub zero, have become music to the artistic's man ear. The last sound he will ever hear. If only he could hear the pleding screams of his imprisoned and forgotten wife late every night, maybe... just maybe... a connector might fire, a single spark of hope for the human race. If only he could feel the pain rip through her torn filthy body every time she drifted off to sleep and saw his face. Or the taste the sulfer of her moist tears before they drop between the cracks, of her stone carved rest hutch. If only...man would open his eyes, maybe all of this could have been avoided.

Men and their military toys have been the earths problem for thousands of years, yet to this day they have yet to cause the end of the man kind, female fellowship, and mother earth her self. It is a sad time to be a universe god. To be able to sit here an over look everthing from above. To watch people who were once good, outstanding memeber of society be lowered to a level so low that even the devil him self would have felt some guilt for his actions by now. It is sad to see the lives being destroyed because for a lack of will power. The simple following trust, of every little thought that happens to... for what ever reason pop into their subcountious minds. They have no will power of their own. No desire to ones own being. There is no conection between the mind, soul and body. It is such a waste of space, i'd almost rather let it go. Yet on the same hand, it is worth saving. Look at all the families that have ben split apart, destroyed. They will never be the same again, nothing will ever erase the trama these people have been through. Even if everything ceased to move right now, and i could stop all the madness, the damage had been already inflicted. It would take hundreads of years for woman to get back the rights and equality they had so rudly taken away from them. An entire generation of homeless childrend would grow up knowning nothing but death and his right hand man. It would take a thousand years to rebuild everything that has been brough to the ground. With so few skilled trades men left, that might not even be a realistic time frame either. Although i can promis you it will take a billion or more years for the earth to recover from the extream damage you have cause since the beging of the human race. It is alittle to late for the one and only thing i would want to save from this pain, had i been in a position to do so.

The air above ground had become thick with a gray ominous cloud. The dust and material particals, shaved finely from the friction and heat, float mindlessly though out the air. There is no hope in it settleing any time soon, as the days pass, the cloud like fog, just doubles sometimes triples in mass, becoming dencer and more toxic to the humans. It pluged their nasial passages, caused their throats to contract against the scratching and tearing it caused when breathed in. It alone in it's self would have caused everyone a slow and painfull death. one the last day, it had become so thick the suns light was unable to penitrate it's shadow, and the earth quick grew cold. The ground freezing hard like cement blocks. The tempature had droped a good twenty degress in a matter of seconds. The blistering cold was something humans had not had to contend with for many years, and no man was prepared for the lash of it's punnishment. Groups of men huddled around burning buildings, trying to keep warm. Pushing and shuving for their place, some men even being pushed into the fire, beaten to a pulp, even stampeeded like a fallen zoo keeper in the mist of panic. This was just yet another display of how much destruction the T- virus had caused in the minds of these men.

Even while trying to keep from freezing to the death, right there on the spot. They still fought like cats, claws extended and dogs, snareling at three in the morning, just out side your bedroom window. Scrapping in the pouring rain, as if fighting for their right to be inside somewhere, curled up on a warm and toasty registar. Simply waiting for the storm to slowly make it's rounds and pass before the morning sun, when everything would fall back into it universial place, and things were eventually normal again. Your right! It is not so hard to believe men would resort to such animalistic behaviours even with out the T-viruis serging through their veins. The only diffrence is, occational, unless they are plegded with some chemical unbalance, they should at some point feel something, think something. have a desire to be needed, hell even just the desire to stand on top of the worlds death bed and be declared the last man standing, the winner of the last world war, maybe even the sole survier....but by now there is nothing left of their minds but a slur of black and gray brain mass. The black dying brain mass begings to attack the living to keep from slipping away. It' the bodys last defence to a nuralogical invaider. The problem is once the last of the gray brain mass has ben devoured by the black, there will be nothing left to process, their only funtion of these mindless shells, will be to follow the simple but soft and alureing voice in the back of their mind. The terroist viruis.

As sun begins to set behind a solid barrier of lung choaking smog. The final phases of the T- virus's totoal enilation have been put into the place. Now even if someone was able to find, and stop the viruis, it would do no use in protecting anyone or anything, as they all have been given the go ahead to total destruction. There was no turning back now, it's to late for man kind. Don't cry...look at the bight side, someone might hear about earth's compleat destruction, and save their own world from the same fate. It could happen to someone else somewhere along the line, maybe it's the same earth just a alternate universe. One mans sacrfice is another salvation.

It didn't take long for the blue and purple hazy mushroom cloud to begin to billow up form the drop zone. It was the last move, to total destruction. As the last breath of man kind cease to move atoms, and sound was no longer heard, what was once called life, was nothing nothing more than a foolish death. Fate had take this mess of ratty blonde curles and baby blue eyes, by it's small childish hand and lead to holy waters to be baptized once again.

It would be billions of years before the nucular cloud would disapate, and the sun poked through the never ending darkness. The deep frezze, the second ice age known to man, would begin to thaw. Water would start the flow through the mountians, and the grass would grow tall and green in the medows, as life began to form once more, as life began to awaken once again....

but was that it? just like that... with the drop of a bomb and we right all our wrongs. Evoltion starts from the beging again, and life moves on.....? Well no not exactly, I can only tell you one side of this tragic story at time. After all, you are only human. That small an simply functional mind of yours, dosn't comprehend information nearly as quickly as mine, and can't see into the future. There is always more than one side to every stories.