With this barren scenery, with the eerie silence on the surface of the earth, the world thought that mankind would finally lost its way off the domination over nature. As the highest highlands were drowned by its tears, as its arctic region reached room temperature, the world had mistaken. We learned the architecture to reside underwater. Hidden, we managed to build highways that were enveloped by breakthrough materials. We engineered domeciles in order to stand the utmost pressure and prevent it from crushing inward. Yes, we managed to survive nature's ill-will to destroy us. But we barely live with a direction of where it would lead us. We survived, as a nation, as a civilization. But what then? Are we now great?
Due to the help of Edmund Skurth's journal, who happened to be one of my ancestors, i hadn't have a hard time imagining his world in the midst of geological change. He once wrote:
"Samantha and Ira, two european women, were inside their home over the notoriously stable Pennines Strip when the Great English Embankment around England collapsed. It was 200 kilometers away. Below the lovely highland of Pennines, the alarm went off, but the water was already in sight. Residents were frozen. Ten kilometers away, the towering wave was about to wallop against their helpless walls. Upon collision, thousands of tons of saltwater rushed inside unprotected homes, passed though open escape channels, and battered every vertical structures. They all vanished. Samantha and Ira were both eaten up by the sea."
To make things worse, Sec. Emberary announced that Australia was sinking. Not by the sea water, but by its own foundation, eating up the time that was all left."
Edmund and his family had moved from Queensland to the United Highlands of Nebraska when Australia's land collapsed as well as its politics. He and his family died due to water poisoning eleven years later on December 15, 3154. Half a million people died during that global tragedy.
On the first quarter of 3346, two hundred years before today, we officially settled under the ocean. Entertainment was encapsulated on tiny devices, and fertility was sold in exchange.
It was also curious that the religion of the world gradually faded. They said it was no longer a necessity. Churches weren't replicated. A kilogram of cheap gumglass used for shielding cost a thousand Dihrams, and we only have 400 tons left that time. It wasn't just practical. A gram wasted could cost lives and wholesale destruction.
However, even without the inspiration of the divine, a greek explorer named Andrea Elivitate and her colleagues had accidentally found the elixir of human existence. On April 16, 3355, their iconoclasmic voyage had found something that could save the world.
Her team started the race of finding a pink mineral called Pogrom fifty kilometers underground of sunken Mississippi. There was also tons of Pogrom that had been drilled from the 1805 coastline of Sweden. After a year of promising search, they haven't found any until two years later when it was successfully synthesized by Adam Ponopotolous, who was Andrea's brother.
Pogrom's significance gave hope of repairing the earth's atmosphere. It's liquid state, Pogromelline, when vaporized under a low-pressure environment, has the nature of combining with carbon and nitrogen gases forming drops of harmless organic matter falling from the sky.
Today, earth's atmosphere is made up of 60 percent Carbon and 11 percent Nitrogen, rendering sun's heat a slim chance of scaping the earth. When Pogrom has been manufactured abundantly, and used efficiently, we would be looking out for an eventual drop of global temperature even if it takes thousands of years. Humanity had made it this far. Thousands of years were relatively a short time, and this will be the humble thousands of years to regain the paradise that we have lost.
It had begun.
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