Settle For Less: Short Stories For Those Who Like The Little Things

Sorry Dosent Cut It Anymore

Story Two:

Sorry Dosent Cut It Anymore

Day 20. Month June. Year 2034.

Today, is the end. Then end for every living thing that calls earth home.

    It was our fault, humans, the very species created to bring intelligence, prosperity, and beauty to this planet.

    In these few pages I hope to relay the story of how this end cam upon us to any living thing that may come across it.

    It all started years before now, in the year 2022.….

    This was it she thought. It all ends here, no more war, and I can go back home…  The captain gave a sigh of relief. A man opened the door to her room, he was young, too young. His wide eyes looked back at her ready to take on the world. He spoke, “Captain Hadaway, it’s time.” That’s all he had to say. She got up off her bed and walked out with him. The corridor to the control room was dark, lit only by a few flickering yellow lights. The boy looked at her and spoke in a quiet tone, “Captain, why did you take this mission?” She looked back at him and smiled, “I took this mission, to end all other missions like it.” She looked on into the corridor and slung her arm around the boy bringing him closer, “That’s why were called the peacemakers. Where gonna bring peace, whether they want us to or not”

    Merely 15 minutes later a grade A nuclear bomb was dropped on China. The end of  WW3 came close behind it, the Han-Chung bombing was a success.

    Though, as they say, peace never lasts. On seeing the godly destructive power of the bomb the superpowers of the world were curious as to what else the American people had technologically advanced themselves in. A second space race began, a race like none other. Man was sent passed the moon, past our known planets, past unbelievable wonders and horrors of the universe. And, finely, man had reached a planet that could sustain life.

    Its now 2030.

    The room was bright, she had preferred it that way ever since…that day.  There was a light knock at her door. “Come in.” she yelled from across the room.  There was a low hum and the door slid into the wall to revile a woman in her mid thirties. Her chocolaty brown hair flowed down past her waist, that was the new style apparently. The woman walked into the room, briskly crossing the white linoleum floor to her desk. “Sarah, how could you say no?”, she began, standing in front of her desk. Sarah leaned back in her chair, “Because I don’t think it’s a good idea to do it” she retorted. The woman smacked her lips and put he hands on the desk, leaning forward. “Your saying, no, to the find of the century? To, truly amazing knowledge?” she spoke her words slowly. “Chloe, your not going to get my permition to do this!” now Sarah was standing up and leaning over the desk. “I’m not going to allow those things on this planet, not one single alien animal is going to touch Earths soil!” she roared. Chloe threw her arms in the air, her white lab coat flew back, “You don’t know what you have right in front of you!” she said. “No! YOU don’t know what you have right in front of you!” She pointed at Chloe, “We don’t know what those things are capable of, if they carry possibly pathogens! Can you imagine something catastrophic happening because you didn’t keep it caged right, or because you made it mad and it released some neurotoxin? I will not sign off on this!” Sarah sat back down in her seat. Chloe’s eyes narrowed, “Then I’ll just have to find someone who will.” She walked out of the room, leaving behind an omoness air.

    A month later Chloe did in fact get the permition to land the aliens on earth for experimentation. They named her project ’New World’ as Chloe would often preach of the new world of knowledge they would be entering into. Four years pasted, uneventful to the point were even Sarah was beginning to feel ok about the project. In fact one day she felt comfortable enough to sit in and watch an autopsy of one of the aliens.