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Pendulum

The Stars used to look beautiful this time of night. I loved coming out here on my porch step with a hot cocoa to sit and just gaze at the sky, wondrous in all its glory, but it’s gone now. The stars, the Moon and even the Sun have been clouded by the haze from our cities. This smog we created; the thick billowy clouds a byproduct of our factories, has flooded our skies and is strangling our planet, draining it of its precious life. Everywhere around me I see nothing but death. Entire forests are falling, entire biomes are collapsing. The very structure we inhabit and call our home has been brought to its knees begging for mercy, and to whom do we point this blame to? None other than ourselves. We as a Human race have destroyed the very thing we were put here to protect.

Tomorrow, this planet will be a memory. By sunrise, one third of the entire population will have gathered onto the massive Pendulum Transport Cruisers and be on their way, looking forward into the stars in search for another Earth.

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