“New World Order, Under the New Sun” by Happy Parrot
The unknown species created this world. A world without trouble, a world without sickness, a world without poverty, and other usual suspects or ailments that you can read in almost any book that explains how utopia is made.
How perfect worlds are made and how the gardens of Edens eventually fall and degrade, sometimes we need some cautionary story to tell us about their transformation into a few sad, eroded, and eaten by-time hollow ruins.
Why something, just can’t last, and stand the test of time no matter what?
Is it in the people or in the faulty construction of these monumental worlds and buildings that are forcefully placed in them, like a sea of pins on the children’s classroom walls, and forced upon these worlds?
Why does society fall, why do we always even in the most functional society always have some fringe group or person who knows better than the rest of the population?
Does the population if is showered with all pleasantries that one such world can offer with time becomes too docile and too uneducated, destined to failure…
Are humans or any other space-faring race have a built fail switch, so events can happen again, and again in some weird drunken motion but following the same footsteps as many doomed civilizations before them?
Can Fall not be stopped?
What is long?
Thousand years, ten thousand years, a million years of social and economic Bliss, where ones that are doomed will eventually cut the saving line and fall from grace…
All eventually must end with acts of savagery…
Must the new world be subdued to the obligatory martyrdom, bathed in pools of red blood?
No matter how good or great even advanced the civilization is there is always that One guy, who just can’t let it go….this maybe, just maybe is one of those stories…
Life on Arak was more than good it was great, the great troubles and misfortunes of the past century have been successfully hammered and poverty was laid to rest.
Desert was also beaten, now sand was a distant memory, and the place was green at last. Impossible green colors of grass could be seen miles away in the distance where once was great unhospitable wastes of mighty desert Onara.
Nothing lived there, nothing ever could be found lived there…
But as Arak progressed and the Desert has been finally subdued into submission, now Onara was a place filled with a plethora of diverse and very unique animals and exotic plants. These two species are without any trouble in the world using this new green opportunity and thrived beyond anyone’s wild expectations. Onara was a new green substance, a life giver that was brimming with all kinds of new kinds of life.
Plants, Animals, and Arakians All lived in perfect harmony, sound too good to be true?