They – well, we, because nobody is guilt-free – have known since the middle of the twenty first century when the hydrocarbons were completely depleted, that one day there would be no energy remaining to power the machinery that manages the environment – maintaining the optimum temperature of landmasses and seas, purifying the air, controlling the seismological quirks of mother earth – despite the massive advances made in harvesting alternative energy sources.
They – we – have known since the publication of the seminal work, “The Myth of Renewable Energy” in 2057 that the massive inroads made into generating energy from the winds and the tides, and from hundreds of miles beneath our feet, and from the sun, have simply delayed the moment when the lights go off all around the world and Earth becomes history. For it was the science behind that work that showed once and for all that energy used is energy lost – we don’t get a second bite, there is no renewable.
And so now we have used up the winds and the tides, now the centre of the earth has been drained of all heat, and now the sun, ah the sun, becomes a mere shadow of itself, we die.
This 200 word story was prompted by the picture found at Sunday Photo Fiction. The story should stand without the image; if you think it doesn’t, please let me know when you comment.