Boom and the earth explodes!

The year is 2040 – the sun is blazing, shooting flames thousands of miles afar. Air has become toxic enough to turn what’s visible invisible. Stars have vanished, as if never to appear again. The moon is bulging, wearing a horrific visage. Seas are raging, and all fishes have died. Roses and flowers have desiccated, and trees and plants are uprooted, and thorns and thistles have replaced them. The majority of humans have passed away, and a tiny minority is in the throes of claustrophobia, seeing dark and cramped stretches everywhere and light nowhere: only death, disease, and destruction.

In the midst of the crises, a voice appears from somewhere hidden: the voice that constitutes the vibes of vengeance and complaints, “What have you done to the thing that sustains you, the environment? Now endure its raging wrath.” The floor beneath the few humans left, oozes with liquid, climbing inch by inch, leaving not a spot out, from plateaus to mountains to plains.

Disquiet and anxiety grow grave enough that words like ‘what would become of us’ automatically roll down the lips of many of us still surviving. All hope is lost, refuge nowhere. Even God has become furious at our doings, and he has now left us to die at the hands of the invisible forces. Both nature and God are hand in glove in destroying the human race from the face of the planet.

“We gave you intellect so that you could live harmoniously with nature, not destroy it.” God complains, and with it nature sits with a growling appearance, shrieking at us. We hide behind the stones, but they vanish as soon as we embrace them. Sand mutates into a monster, flaps its wings in the air, stretches its arms and takes us to the front. “Here they are, almighty; these cowards, rotting with avarice and harboring an illusion of being formidable and subjecting their counterparts to pain.”

We stand shamed and voiceless; a gone case. In a deep slumber until now, we now have an epiphany of what ways and means we adopted to separate ourselves from Mother Nature: waste disposal mechanisms faulty enough to pollute both soil and the air; mindlessly using fossil fuels, causing pain to the air; illegally mining riverbeds, orphaning them of their strength; emitting too much toxicity from massive industries and discarding it in the open, sending fishes to death, and contaminating water and air.

That the formidable forces we have so far undermined under the excuse of them being non-existent entities have taken on a devilish shape is no surprise. Enough they have endured; plenty they would return now as compensation; something not to be controlled by our tricks and tactics. It is what nature calls JUSTICE.

In the days after the environmental rage, smoke surrounds us, rising from the soil, frail plants, stones, and abandoned skyscrapers. The mist grows too thick to be seen through, let alone slapped aside. Earthlings – vanishing. Boom and the earth explodes. With it, the end of everything. Yet what still hovers in the air are our deeds, slowly fading into nothing.

Author is a regular GK contributor, holds a master’s degree in History.