I have seen the future, and I’m not impressed. A strange gift I have, but a gift nonetheless. I’m a seer, a looker of the beyond. I know what can be done, what will be done, and what has yet to be decided.
And currently, things are looking bleak.
In the future I do not see a sky. I see a black blanket suffocating the land. No light, no stars. Just the endless, eternal, enduring darkness.
In the future I do not see land. I see ashes instead. Ashes everywhere and on everything. In some places they rain down like snow. Others they just rest in mountains. But no matter where you look, there is no soil. No life.
In the future I do not see an ocean. Waves that used to rush onto the land, cascading upon one another; are now nonexistent. In their place is stillness. Silence. And the water itself is no longer water at all. But black, slimy muck instead.
The land is rotting away.
I have seen the future, and I am displeased. I am saddened. I am hurt. And I don’t know what I can do.
Warning others is futile. They challenge my gift, and then exploit it as soon as it’s trusted. They don’t even listen to my plaint. They ignore my point and then dismiss my presence.
Most of them don’t believe me. But after my gift is proven, it’s not disbelief that scares them. No, it’s the fear that wards them off. They are afraid because they know. They know that current actions are leading to the future I speak of. But at the same time, they are afraid it’s true. They know there’s a possibility everything will be okay. They know it, they say. But when I say I know a different fate, they shove me away and favor their possibility over my alleged fact.
In the past I looked ahead, and saw myself talking to these people, trying to persuade them. What I witnessed was blankness, indicating chance. Possibility. They could believe me, they could take it to heart and change their ways. But even as I saw the fact there was a chance, I knew what was to come. I knew no one would change their ways, and yet I pleaded and preached to them anyway.
The reverse is true for them, so maybe that’s why I can’t seem to understand. The fact is darkness, ashes, and muck are coming. But they look to possibility instead.
I have seen the future, and I’m livid about what I see. When I turn to the endless blue sky above me, I feel the impending doom of claustrophobia that will soon replace it. When I turn to the verdant land outside of the cities, I feel my footing fall away from me, being swallowed up by the endless ashes. When I turn to the sea, I feel a shiver of disgust run up my spine as I imagine the feel of the soon-coming sludge.
However, when I turn to cities, industry, and know that they will soon turn to ashes, I can’t help but grin. They’ve doomed us all, and despite the heart-ripping state of the landscape, the lack of cities is pleasing. Nothing causes more pain to our Earth than them.
But now I come back to our original problem. The future. Turning darker everyday; no signs of reversal or repair. And nobody cares. Not a single one. Only I have the courage to face this truth, but the actions of one will not change the fate of all. I need help. But not a person will lend an ear. Every one of them denies my facts. They look to their possibility instead. I know the future. KNOW IT. And they know I know it. But they still let fear cloud their hearts. Blinding them. Binding them. No one will step up and take action. No one will lend a hand to my cause. Instead I’ve found myself surrounded by cowards. Fools who lack courage, wisdom, or power to act.
I have spun my tale and told my story to countless of these people. But all end the same. The blank possibility I had seen becomes the black future I despise.
I have seen the future, and I’m not impressed. I’m displeased, infuriated, and depressed all the same. But in the end, there’s nothing that can be done. This future will not change. It’s being set firmer in stone each day. But after all, to these people who do not care, are fearful, or whatever they may be, what is a sky but a million breaths of air? In the end, what is the ground but tons of dirty soil? And after all, what is an ocean but a whole lot of drops?