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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Last Night Of The World ] [ By The GNN ]
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"THE LAST NIGHT OF THE WORLD"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
scuttling across the floors of silent seas..."
(T.S. Eliot)
The last night of the world.
It was the last night of freedom. The stars had company by the
impressive fire ball that was the comet of Proteus. It emerged from
nowhere, a sensation in astronomy and it headed towards Earth. Crowds of
scientist, well-educated men who ruled the world, discovered it and placed
another rock on the pile of scientific progress. Eyes stared into japanese
monitors, fingers typed fast on keyboards, modern high-tech calculations
were made. People wanted to know details. Newspapers dug them up and
presented them. Everything was new, the comet of Proteus was a sensation.
Someone dropped a pen, and bent down with shaking hands to pick it up.
The dream of knowledge turned into a nightmare. Proteus was not a friendly
visitor that came by to say hello. The hot rock, engulfed in gases had no
life, but were on its way to stop the entire world from rotating. It was
on its way to the solar system. The sun would grab it and drag it into
itself. Planet Earth happened to be in the way. All scientific data had
the same message: Doomsday was here. In the early morning of seventh
july, there would be no more Earth.
How do you tell a child that its parents are dead? How do you tell the
population of Earth that nothing meant anything any more? Well-educated
men stood up and explained. They were not sorry; they simply explained the
cold hard facts. This was a scientific discovery, a result of sharp minds.
Warm air expands, molecules moves quickly under pressure, light is a
mixture of matter and waves, Proteus was going to crush planet Earth.
There was no place for free will, everything simply happens and we have to
accept it. Our work is based upon analyzing how thing happen, not why they
happen. Proteus is nothing more than bad luck. No one sent it to kill us.
It will just happen. In four days. This is the facts, take them. If
you leave them, you are blind.
There was nothing more to fight for. Prisoners were released from jail,
the government left their briefcases at work and walked home. Everybody
waited for anarchy in the streets. As if it would matter. But there was
no violence any more. Guns pointed downward, below the hot sun in the
arabian desert. Enemies looked at enemies and turned their back at each
other. Dirty faces in the jungle placed their weapons on the ground and
left the bunkers. Street-smart gang members did not care any more.
Big city, full of life. In four days, blown to pieces and spread over
space, the last frontier. Countries, held together by invisible powers
that had created border lines and complex economical structures was not
there any more. Society had been a secure prison built of playing cards
that now fell to the floor and vanished.
Call your mother, you have not done it for four years. Talk to her.
Apologize to your neighbor. Move back to the house by the mill that you
had to leave because your money was gone. Read the book. Think. Think
about what you really did with your life. Think of all the things you
planned to do in life and realize how much of it that was actually
worthless. Why did you want to educate yourself to become a brick in the
game, play the game well and earn money? Earn money, become something and
earn money. Die with your coffin filled to the limit with dollars.
This was the last night of the world. No television, only a few radio
stations with calm voices who talked about nothing and played music. The
streets were filled with people who watched the sky. Proteus looked down
on them. What if he can think too? some wondered. Father time was no
longer a friend. He had become Death who rolled on his skates and laughed.
Faster, death thought. Faster! The last global problem was how to slow
down time. Stop the clocks! Do nothing! Get bored! Try to cheat Father
time!
How could any one do that? It was no longer nations and races who
snatched the latest news. It was only humans, people and individuals who
slowly and humble thought about the meaning of life while waiting.
Waiting for Proteus. Even Proteus was not seen as an enemy. Proteus was
a simple comet, that flew through deep space. It had no history, it was
just there. Bad luck.
Where was all the expected hysteria? Where was the violence? Where was
judgement day, filled with confessions and rage?
For the first time, people finally got the answer. The expectations had
been made by everybody, for everybody else. They will do it, I will not.
They will become mad, I will not. They will fall to their knees and beg
for mercy, I will not. I am a rational human being, I accept the results
of the scientific progress. They will not. I know best. Or do I?
It seems like I do not.
The last night fell. The sun disappeared to never return over the
horizon again. The thick black darkness was kept away with white cold
lights from lamp-posts and neon signs. For the first time in modern time,
the modern rational human beings, raised their heads and watched the sky
while thinking and analyzing dogmatic and philosophical questions. Science
had suddenly turned out to be without meaning in real life. This was real
life. The real life come to an end. Scientific problems are forever.
They do not solve anything in the end. Life, is worth living. We, the
people, are not meant to accept facts without meaning. If we had listened
to out own thoughts, out lives had been filled with more substance. We
were born to listen to what others say. What they said was important
became important for us. Now is that not so any more. Now, when we
finally released ourselves from the chains of pseudo-problems, we can start
a new beginning. But now it is too late to live. Proteus is coming down
to stop us. Maybe we owe the comet a lot. Without it, we had been chained
for the rest of our lives. Now we can free our imagination, even if it is
for only one night.
But.
Proteus never came. The next day it appeared that the comet missed
planet Earth with a range that was too far away to be hazardous. The sun
entered the sky from the horizon as if nothing had happened. Nothing had
happened. It was a new day. Everything was ready to be explained.
It took more than two years before everything went back to a normal state
again. The invisible hand slowly grabbed the population. Countries,
governments and violence returned. People lowered their heads. The
meaning of life was once again replaced with a thirst for more money.
Science threw another stone to the pile of progress.
Blushing individuals quickly placed their dogmatic and philosophical
questions in the darkest closet. The door was closed to hopefully never be
opened again.
If not Proteus returns once again.
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...and that is not college bullshit, I got two words for that!
Learn to fucking type! This cop: SEDES DIABOLI +46-585-CHECKINDEX!
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I felt so guilty about smoking and drinking I took drugs.
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