2384

2384

The beach is crisp and golden. The waves lap lovingly along the shoreline. The sun is pouring energy onto the bikini clad beauties while the stunning, lithe, cheetah like body purrs dreamily next to me thinking wistfully about the previous evening of tequila filled frolicking on the dance floor where the world was her oyster for pleasure, and the pain of some of her past reality was pushed into a space that no-one would ever find, not even her. How could it all have become such a distant memory; Her current love of life banishing her chequered past into obscurity? For now, all she could see was the wonderful progression of the Human Race to the point where most of the wealthy were now living on Gliese 581c , pure and free for the time being, where everyone was sharing the same financial equality and striving for something so much more important than the ideals and values that the population had adopted on Earth till it had almost run its terminable course.

 There was now a future for everyone to look forward to for the generations ahead that didn’t end with the depletion of natural resources and the apocalypse. A shared hope that the new collective thought dimension  (a previously undiscovered part of Humans brains allowing all to appreciate everything) had exposed to such an extent that it seemed literally impossible to have anything but an internal fundamental deep foundation of total satisfaction; Irrespective of your life circumstances. The falsehood and misconception of previous collective beliefs had all been revealed to be an internal glitch in the system of religion that had been designed to bring humans together. Unforeseeably it ended up tearing the diverging factions apart which had nearly caused the end of our entire existence forever.

“I wonder if anyone can see it as clearly as I do?” she wondered. “Does our universal collective thought extend to our perception of reality more than just the underlying goodness and satisfaction that is woven inexorably amongst us?” Sarah (that was her name) was in a unique position of influence with her father being the Guidance Counsellor (the new title for Chairperson) of the entire media circulation for the contactable galaxy. The new title had been formed to represent a leaders universal approach driven entirely by altruism and benevolence.

“Perhaps I’ll ask father if there is too much nepotism in his daughter writing a monthly article in the Universal Galactic  about how she saw the past three hundred years (since the removal of ageing {not death} people lived much longer)”, she considered thoughtfully while subconsciously tickling her nipples through her thin bikini top leaving me with the thought that she was thinking about how wonderfully I’d brought her to the tormented, moaning climax that she had terminated the neighbours deep sleep with while repeating my name in what must have sounded like a religious mantra to those that had bothered to remember how much their beliefs had changed.

As it turns out, Sarah did ask her father and he agreed.

This is Sarah’s account of our future......