During the tiresome trip from New Tokyo to wherever it was we were heading I started thinking. I started thinking on how it was that the world had all of a sudden turned like this in merely a century. This was supposed to be the century of dreams and of miracles and everything with brilliant pastel colors, but it the world I'm living in is far from that 21st century dream.
It all started wrong I must say. The world wasn't ready for changes, and that first impression of the new millennium was awful. First it all started with terrorist attacks on what was once the United States, but they held together. And as any historian would say, war was imminent. It all started, not your usual war being held in Europe. The Middle East was now the battlefield, millions of lives were lost, but once again, what would you expect from a war? Then after nearly three decades the countries were simply tired of fighting, people were being lost and life on Earth was simply to hard to endure that devastating experience. So the Peace Treaty was signed by all nations of the world, but that's when the Great Depression hit, the stock markets all plunged down in a matter of hours. This to the point of making a bottle of water cost nearly $40. If the war hadn't killed enough people, the Great Depression, sank the whole world even more by reducing its population leaving only sixty percent of the total population. That was the point where the United States started to divide, a Civil War was brought on, people fighting more people. The Peace Commitee couldn't do much for it was an internal war, not nation fighting nation. That's when the states simply went independent. Fifty new countries were born out of one.
By '47 the Depression was over, but the world hasn't recovered to this day. And that brings me to where I am. The 60s are here, and the world is so depressive.
Looking at that charred moon is the only thing that gives me hope. For I know that beyond that moon there is another planet, another place where everything may very well be perfect. Nearly an hour had gone by and Yukio had alredy driven over the Pacific. Him and Mantis were discussing something, nothing I'd care about. I didn't belong here, not with them.
Then I saw it, the skyline of New Angeles in the horizon. Los Angeles had once been a thriving city, that before the bomb hit it. Oh yes, but not only was Los Angeles the only one affected, Calcutta, New York, Tokyo, Sydney, Paris, London, Copenhagen, Belin, Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires, Mexico City... all now a memory. Cities were built on their remnants to commemorate the thriving cities that once stood there, but most of them were Phantom Cities, just like New Tokyo, a city were the most wanted hide.
I hate this. I wish everything would be as the books tell on how this future would be. An utopia. But it isn't.
The floodlights started filling the car, border troopers stopped us, "Where you heading?" an asian-looking soldier asked.
"We're planning on visiting New Angeles for a while, then keep on moving."
Both of the troopers looked down on us, and checked every inch of the car with their flashlights, even though the floodlights pretty well lit the interior. The asian guy stared a long time at me, I just kept thinking on the world, and hiding myself in my dream world.
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