I was walking through the woods when I encountered a strange smell. Curious, I followed it as best as I could through the woods until I found the source. I stepped through the once beautiful, towering trees, now reduced to their winter-like state even though it was spring.
Following the slightly acrid smell led me off my normal trail, but I dutifully followed my nose. My throat started to feel like it was closing up, as if I was choking on something, and my vision seemed to cloud. Or maybe it was a mist pervading the clean air. A thick, gray, cloying mist. I started to feel hot, as if I was approaching a source of heat. Coughing, I stumbled into a clearing.
A blast of heat washed over me as I stared at a flickering orange and red phenomena. I thought back through all of my history lessons, all of my research, and vaguely remembered the term: fire.
Our world used to rely on fire and heat, but once we developed alternate methods of energy, we didn't need primitive methods like coal and hydraulics. (I mean, really. Coal? That's basically burning a rock for energy. So inefficient.)
The fire flickered and danced to a destructive tune. The flames licked the scorched grass and raced to destroy anything green. I knew I had to stop it, but the last fire breakout occurred over five decades beforehand. I had barely even recognized what it was!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
If and Only If
Historia CortaA utopia, a perfect society, the Golden Age. Or the Green Age, given that the main focus of scientists is the conservation of our environment. My name is Jeremy Smith. I am a mathematician and an environmentalist. And my world is perfect. Or rat...
