The Rapture: Australia Undone

  He hadn't seen them for a very long time, the sabre toothed tigers circling the encampment, out wide, drooling danger, for no one could go near them. These weren't the temple dogs barking at intruders, these were something else, destined, chosen, they would not tolerate threats, they would not have this timeline damaged, and everything that moved, everything that even attempted to approach, would pay a very heavy price.  The country, this vast, strange country, was careening into a different future. The indigenous, in their settlements, in those remote places; the people who had seen this place over run by white ghosts, devils, and now, generations later, the youth, ill informed by their seniors, unaware of their forebears, excoriated themselves over a past they could not alter.  And Australia Day became a sad joke, an example of a country riven by differing creeds, a collapsing polity destroyed by ethnic tensions, a white, European population suffering poor health, def...

  Here, then, on this mortal plain, we all make mistakes, and here, then, as the wise rose up and the networks meshed, and he became bewildered by the constant ache, and good times ran amok, and parasites ate through all the surfaces, and misfortune coated their every path; then again, the sun rose, the days turned into centuries, he regretted his mistakes, and moved on. It was all a terrible circumstance. Why, exactly, were they destroying the country so deliberately? From a poverty stricken and happenstance place, where the population had been turned into wage slaves and the evils of those who would rewrite history, and rewrite the nation, were fully in play. And a weak political class, in secret a secret government ruled them all. And created chaos.  For, as the old saying went, chaos creates opportunity. The ruins at the edge of the village. The dark roads that led out across the plains, into a night without end. The country that could have been salvaged, but nobody dared....

  Here we were, then, at the beginning of a new age. Elon Musk called it The Age of Abundance, when all normal work and all normal tasks could be performed by robots, and humans, mere humans, would be liberated from drudgery. It was a pipe dream. War was a natural state. And if you wanted to see what humans were like when released from the necessity of toil, go to any housing estate and see people too fat and lazy to get off the couch, people who's only motivation was the next high. And who killed and robbed and backstabbed and sank further and further into the abyss with each passing day.  The Age of Abundance might have been a best case scenario, but it was a narrow hope. They were all at Davos, and their narrow schemes, the eradication of base humans, the evolution of the species, all in the hands of the most nefarious humans on the planet, were bound to fail. The meek will inherit the Earth. There was a reason that line had slung through the century, hung in the air, bless...

  Even in crisis, as people without principles, their only motive to please their bosses, pushed their own hypocrisy and dishonesty to new levels, all to defend the indefensible. The psyop programs went into overdrive: I can't stand that guy. And on those clifftops the faceless ghost birds turned into soldiers clad in glistening, multi-coloured armour, and stamped perimeter stakes into the ground. Do not come near. It will cost you your life.  The  slow motion, awning crash of the country, the giant dissolving in groans and agonies, the impending chaos on the streets, the huge unhappiness within the population, the blatant hypocrisies of the idiot elites, lazy self-satisfied fat cats lurching around in order to avoid responsibility, I hate this guy I hate this guy, anyone who tells the truth, the truth tellers. They came under attack. And those attacks would backfire, simple as that. Time escalated. Every day came to seem like a century. Was that only yesterday?  And...