• WordNerd@literature.cafeEnglish
    5·
    5 months ago

    During the pandemic I stupidly read some diaries of the people during the Black Death times. Those were pretty bleak. One of them wrote: I’m leaving some blank pages at the end of my diary. In case there is anyone left alive to fill them in.

    He probably thought that was the last written thing sent from one human to another.

  • pugnaciousfarter@literature.cafe
    3·
    5 months ago

    The sails are finally burning, but you should have enough time, within the blinks, to read this before the system breaks.

    Checklist:

    • The Vaults are all prepped.
    • The Cyclic Engine redundancy protocol has been initiated.
    • The preparation to bring the heat dissipation system offline is complete.
    • Final system checks have been completed.
    • Delicious sweet wine has been drunk.
    • Bhairav has been informed.

    Though this last part has been more a one sided affair than I would like. He won’t listen to any rationalisations, and he describes our departure as “Decisive Indecision” and an “oversight of credible scientific methodology”, but the plan will move forward.

    Maybe through his own learning – his prerogative, and his journey – he will understand us someday.

    I wanted to hear your sing again, but we won’t get another opportunity like this. And to be fair, it will never be enough, no matter how many eternities we spend together or apart, I will always want to hear you sing. I am ok with this and I am happy for our lived lives and for our experiences. And while they can’t choose, I know our brothers and sisters feel this too.

    Looks like Bhairav is beginning the shutdown procedure. The heat dissipation systems are being turned off… The heart engines are being brought offline… He’s opening the bay windows for the last time.

    It’s beautiful. I love you. Godspeed.

  • lesnout27@feddit.org
    2·
    23 days ago

    "I’m recording this because this could be the last thing I’ll ever say.

    The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion.

    A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire.

    I’m not sorry, we had it coming.

    A surge of white hot atonement will be our wakeup call.

    Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream.

    The bombs begin to fall as I’m rushing to meet my love.

    Please, remember me. There is no more."