12 September 2012
Last year the Internet crashed. It is the 7th December 2015, about ten o'clock at night.
I walk through the highstreet of my little town. There is the old bookies, window smashed in. There are a few men in sleeping bangs inside. A group of men stand beside a barrel next to the war memorial, a fire lot inside the barrel. They rub their hands together for some feeling in the fingers. There's an abandoned lorry by the road, but traffic scarcely passes through the town these days.
The sky is clear, and the watching stars glitter down, watching a world at the end of civilisation. We believed our world was so complete, so infallible that it would be there forever. As the Romans did, I suppose, but in a century everything will be gone, and the world shall be left in ruin.
We heard a bang the other day. It was like a distant balloon being popped. But, according to the radio (ann named Jimmy has a poor quality, wind-up radio) it was a bomb being dropped in Egypt. And we could hear it in Scotland. It was a Ripple Bomb, by which we mean the sound waves ripple through the air with such force the turn everything to rubble. Not as nasty as nuclear, but initially just as destructive. The good thing is, Ripple Bombs will destroy the world of men, but nature will be able to go on after us.
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19th October, 2014
Today my Internet didn't function properly. I checked my emails and nothing happened. I thought it was just a blip. So I called BT and they said it was everywhere. They said they'd have it fixed in an hour or two.
Tonight I've been watching the news, and apparently all is still in the Internet around the world. It's a global issue. Governments are beginning to panic. A lot of information apparently could be lost. But most believe it will all be fixed by the morning. They have their best men working on it as I speak.
In other news, NASA has built a space centre on Mars. It's a temporary experiment to see that, in the event of emergency, we could rescue those who are deemed to be the most important people. Not me then, clearly!
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The world is but ashes now. There will be a frost in the morning. I enter the old Factory Shop next to the memorial where many have taken to sleeping. It's the nearest place the government has allowed electricity. And heat.
A food trolly comes around town about nine, however at about half ten, one the trolly has been to the people at TESCO at the top of the hill, and down to the sea front up past the Hill (a different hill), it returns with its lukewarm remains to us. We take all we can. It's lentil and bacon soup. Not too bad, as it goes.
I snuggle into my sleeping bag-little more than a sewn sheet- and go to sleep. Surely things will get better tomorrow.
The Day The Internet Stood Still Part 1 • Opuss № I