The same year the last iPhone releases, and SpaceX launches a hundred people to Mars, politicians turn to the Futurist, begging, "Please help us."
They sit in a circle on round wooden stools, in a bar in the middle of nowhere.
"What's your fear?" the Futurist asks.
"The end," one of the politicians say. "The apocalypse we've all led us towards."
"Haven't you watched The Hunger Games!?" one of them cries, before another mutters, "No, but I read it..."
"Calm down," the Futurist soothes. "Mars isn't the end..."
"It's the end of us," the politicians reply.
The Futurist says nothing.
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Inspired by: flashfic drabble contest, located here:
https://my.w.tt/WZQYlX1qgQ
First draft: September 18
Word count: 100 (not including A/N).
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