Post by Luigi on Mar 9, 2004 15:56:43 GMT -5
It was an April 5th, some year in the 21st century. No one expected it the world would be destroyed on such a nice Thursday. No one except a handful of maniacs, who always said “the end of the world is coming soon!”
What they were wrong about, very wrong, was how the world would end—they said men (or women) would come down, punish the bad people (a.k.a the people who believed differently than they did), locusts would do stuff and some things would happen involving fire and torture.
In reality, the world just exploded. No one even came to see it off. No one, in fact, cared about the Earth. Aliens had stopped by in its history—for one of two reasons
a) they either got lost or confused or read the maps wrong
b) or they were college students who just stopped by to laugh at the stupid little Earthlings and their funny little fingers and those ridiculous knobs grew out of the middle of that head-thingie. And then, of course, too stick metal rods up their They weren’t doing research, they just found it fun.
No one knew why Earth exploded, either —they didn’t even put in the effort to
research it. There was no need to research the destruction of Earth any more than there was to perform an autopsy on the mysterious death of a fruit fly. Earth, like an unfathomably large number of planets in an unfathomably small amount of time, had been destroyed. And there was just an empty spot in the universe.
Michael woke up on April 5th, some year in the 21st century. He actually woke up twelve times on twelve different April 5th-es. This April 5th was special—the Earth was going to explode. He put on his shirt. Then he took it off. Then he pulled it right side out. He put it on again. Then he took it off because it was on backwards and put it on again correctly. He put his pants on, both legs at a time. Then he went to the bathroom. Then he took his back-pack and his commonplace notebook which he wrote very important information down in it.
The book was blank.
Nothing important could possibly happen on Earth, especially to an average boy who did average things and lived in an average town in an average planet.
And he knew this. He wasn’t one of those cheery optimists who took everything and put it on the bright side and made it all seem special—because you’d be more accurate putting everything on a dark light on that Earth. Still, he took his