Superluminal

The beginning of the end of the world should start with a flash not a smolder. But of course the beginning of our ending starts with the slow grinding scrape of the gears of humanity wearing thin and slipping past each other.

Humanitys great struggles through the Glass Age as I have adopted to seeing it for a few reasons from the various technological marvels in the industrys of glass and ceramics to the somehow simltanious decay of the strength of human willpower.

In this age the development of advanced technology like sheets of polarized glastic particles that resist hundreds of tonnes of force and non ablative ceramicisides that resist the thermal abuse of probe trips into the corona of the ever expanding sun of our precious quadrant of space.

Tho as these leaps in advancements emerge the natural forces of developing humanity the sociological and political turmoil devided various groups cells and factions of human populations to and then past the brink of combined arms races and decisive tactical strikes and urban gurrila tactics throughout the sprawling city scapes and industrial areas.

Each day the expectation of a plume of an ICBM or the super audible crack of an Orbital Drop Free weapons system loomed as the sudden alpha moment to signal the immediate end of the world. The angelic horns note of sudden finality, the ever expected catalyst flash to add a date time stamp to seal the record of the human events in the universe.

But for one twelve hour span shy of a decade of ever escalating brush conflicts the flash never shone but the dull embers of discontent and unrest the effort of each and theirs trying to be the cut from the cloth that holds the community on level ground. The peace keepers the protectors