Apocalyptic Forecast

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AD 2020

Everest

A roar of tears came from afar.

A huge layer of ice slipped from the dark mountain and fell into the surging sea.

The tyrannical ice sea is surging, surging ten thousand zhang, as if it has continued to the end of the world. Then, the wind came at the end of the world, mixed with the smell of ashes and dust.

The world suddenly became so small.

The towering sky dome seemed to be pressed down and turned into pure white iron. Through the huge cracks above, it was possible to peep into the dim and extinct stars in the universe.

It's like a lamp that melts in the dark after losing power.

The vast between Heaven and Earth seems to have nothing, and the last thing left is only the tallest narrow platform in the world, and the temporary working cabin.

A fishing rod was erected from the edge of the platform, throwing the fishing line into the sea, and the buoy undulated in the muddy sea water.

100 The boring angler lay on his folding chair with a felt hat.

As if to pass the time, he even brought a chessboard of some years, disregarding the loud cracking in the distance, and randomly playing with the chess pieces above.

As if after a long period of time, the black and white chess pieces have been difficult to get together,'human beings are withering away', the only remaining'King' and'Bishop' have also been incomplete, and they have been cracked under the weather.

Even the chessboard lacked a large piece of corner, and the black and white grids were twisted and mixed in one place, forming a large chaotic gray.

Surprisingly, no matter how The earth shook and the mountain quivered, those pieces always stood steadily on their own territory, without ever being shaken.

"President, NASA sent a message--"

The assistant with heavy glasses came out of the cabin and carried the last luggage: "——The fourth settlement is completed, the New York Stock Exchange has been uploaded, and they are about to evacuate, saying they wish us a smooth job."

"It's time to get out."

The chairman shook his head unpleasantly: "The Governance Bureau guys are really troublesome. They are always dilly-dallying, and moving is not easy."

"Where to save the backup. After the fall of'Heaven', the data can only be transferred by the hard disk."

"Don't be stupid, child." The president snorted: "That group of guys just like to enjoy the feeling of stepping on the bell, just like how professional and punctual they are. Hey, he won't die in ten minutes."

"Ah ha ha."

The assistant laughed embarrassedly, said nothing more, and after seeing it, he saw the computer lost next to the board. Except for the 2 pages that just searched for'How to fish in the Himalayas', there is only one real-time satellite image left on the screen.

The satellites from the old NASA, until now, still stubbornly maintain their mission, and meticulously transmitted the picture overlooking from space.

It is a pity that what is on the screen is no longer the beautiful stars of the past, but 1000 sores and 100 holes.

Countless chaotic 7 8 bad cyclones covered the whole blue, and just under that thick or thin typhoon cloud layer, it showed a piece of burn from the horrible to see.

At the same time, a huge rift slowly emerged from the satellite image, and a red line spread from the huge scale of several thousand kilometers, quickly extended and expanded, pulling the surrounding yellow continent and dark gray ocean, and finally lifted A hurricane moved, tearing the atmosphere apart.

"Is that an earthquake?"

The assistant sighed in amazement and leaned in. "It's amazing, didn't expect to be so spectacular."

The president looked up and saw immediately: "It's a geothermal explosion. After the earth's core began to cool, the third wave shock was being released from the continental tectonic plates of North America and South America. Ignoring it, it would be about 60 years later. It will end...Look, New York, it's stuck in the sea."

"What a pity, I haven't watched Statue Of Liberty yet."

"I've been there."

The president looked away, "It's not really interesting..."

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound in the distance. There seemed to be some light in the depths of the ocean. Crimson rolled in the darkness, reflecting the painful glow from below the crust.

Foehn wind blew from the end of the sea, wrapped in gray dust and white mist, as if covering the entire world.

As if all the world were boiled by seawater.

"It looks like teppanyaki," the chairman said suddenly.

"en?"

"Teppanyaki, didn't you take it with you last time? The taste is very good."

The president seemed to be sleepy, lying on a chair, covering his face with a hat, as if he was about to sleep, and the voice spoke softly like a dream: "In the past, a friend of Yingzhou told me that teppanyaki was actually Divided into two kinds of Kanto and Kansai, everyone generally eats the Kanto kind, which is easy and simple, but what is really wonderful is the flavor of Kansai.

Because it only coats a thin layer of oil on the iron plate at the first time. As long as the temperature is sufficient, the fat of the food itself can cooked itself. It is said that in this way the natural deliciousness and taste of the food can be eaten... "

The assistant was silent for a moment, "It sounds cruel."

"Yeah, but aren't human beings such cruel creatures?" The chairman replied: "If you can live if you eat, then you will eat. This is the simplest truth, the evil rooted in human nature.

at first devouring thunder and fire, burning wilderness, digging coal, and then extracting oil, the oil is insufficient, coveted fission... Then now, even if this World is going to die, it will not relax.

As long as our ancestors put Neanderthals into the recipe, it was out of control. "

The assistant turned his head and looked at the man on the recliner, but he couldn't see his face through the hat, and he couldn't tell whether the man's eyes were pity or the mockery and mockery he used to know.

In the long silence, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the original white sky is gradually gloomy, until finally, the round of illusion behind the clouds gradually shrinks and dissipates...

"Is the sun going out?"

"Yeah, the power of Elementium's Pillar is beginning to conquer."

"The storm is blowing again."

"Yep."

"Will this time stop?"

"Who knows?" The director would slowly get up and put his hat back on his head. "No matter how it changes, this is not a land where humans can survive... Have you already seen it? Except for the pain of this body , It has nothing left."

He paused and murmured softly: "This is our last supper."

The last cigarette was lit.

The fire was extinct, and a line of green smoke rose up.

Just on the computer screen, all the satellite signals gradually went out, replaced by one weird emblem after another, they ran on the dark screen, as if Spiritual God was running on its own surface, with hard to describe cold and severe.

Utopia, go live.

Inheritance Yard is online.

Governance Bureau is online.

Stone Cauldron Society, The Bronze Hand, Graveyard Of The Lost...

Through the black screen and its own emblem, it seems that there are countless sights cast on this last land, welcoming the arrival of the final moment.

All the guests are in place, waiting for the final curtain to be unveiled.

Staring at the torn chessboard.

The assistant swallowed nervously and carefully looked at the pocket watch in his hand. At the moment when the needle and the minute hand overlapped, he raised his head and reported: "Divine Essence Pillar is warmed up."

"……and many more!"

The president frowned suddenly, as if listening to him with his ears.

Not just assistants, the emblems on the screen also seemed to be serious, like an enemy.

Immediately afterwards, the guy suddenly reached out and pulled the fishing rod, and actually pulled something from the sea. It looks shaggy, like a cat, but has a fish-like tail, which is strange.

"Aha, after waiting for 2 hours, there is still fruit. Who said that 1000 degrees and 100 subjects are unreliable?" The chairman smiled and looked at his'harvest': "Really good, small things! But how? It doesn’t look like a fish, can it be eaten?"

"..."

Everyone was silent and did not speak.

Don't care much about him.

Pulled up by the fishing rod, the little man opened his mouth with two unpleasant calls, stretched out two small front claws to scratch his face, but he was tucked into the fish basket.

After returning to the sea, it settled down and rolled over, too lazy to move.

"Okay." The chairman put the fishing rod and bucket into the assistant's arms and carried his chair. "Prepare to go."

He reached out and took off the white war chariot from the chessboard.

With his movements, it seemed that the last light went out.

The sun high above the sky lost its trail.

Everything in the world fell into darkness.

After seeing no light, I can't hear any more wind, because everything but them stops abruptly, as if time freezes.

The first thing to leave is the universe, because a slender and slender palm does not know where it came from, and took off the black queen-Utopia has removed the base of the astrology-so the original darkness faded away, countless stars disappeared, only There is no meaningless void.

Immediately afterwards, there was the remaining ocean, Inheritance Yard removed the proof of existence, and the black Bishop disappeared. Whether it is a monstrous tsunami or a boiling red sea, all living water in this world is rapidly declining, collapsing, and in the end, leaving only a dark seabed.

Then, the white Bishop illusion generally melted, and the Governance Bureau turned off the glorious light. So, 10000 things were quiet, the roaring crust fell into silence, and the thin lava sprayed from the cracks quickly solidified and lost all the heat...

Nowadays, Asia, Europe, Africa, South America, North America; barren land, tyrannical oceans, cold or hot hurricanes, or above the sky... everything is being methodically destroyed.

Only the low wail of the world collapsed.

As if the strings were broken one by one, in the end, only empty echoes remained.

In this huge and lonely destruction, Old Gaia · Earth VIII ushered in its own ending.

When the last cigarette was smoked, the 1000 sore 100-hole world left only the final outline, and the last door beside the president who had not been closed.

"The 4th abandoned Eden and the Promised Land..."

The president gazed quietly at the empty chess board in front of him, and took out a bouquet of pure white flowers from his arms. Some dew remained on the petals from nowhere.

Like tears, dripping into the cracks in the chessboard.

"Thank you for your stay and patience for more than 300 years, it is really hard work."

He took off his hat and said goodbye to all of them:

"--One day, let's see you in other hell."

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Finally, the door closed.

In the eternal darkness and stillness, no meaningful space shrinks inwards, pulling the spectrum of struggling on whilst at death's door, a red shift in vain begins. With the collapse of the 4 basic forces, the chessboard and the flowers vanish into nothingness. .

Earth No.8 annihilation is complete.

The 4th World Extermination Plan of the International Astronomical Society is completed.

At the last moment, a glimmer of light emerged from the chessboard, and the pure white outline of the queen was outlined in the tears of the flowers, flying like a meteor, into the distance.

The old world died again, like countless times in the past.

Then again, the new world comes.

10000 things are running as usual.

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This is the remnant record of 90 years ago, the last remnant of the glorious era.

Since then, there has been no such glory.