August 24th, 2068 - Nigeria
I thought I'd write this for you, just to let you know. It's over now, it's finally over. Knowing how humble you are, you'll probably never even acknowledge that you possessed the power of courage, let alone realise you were the bravest person alive. You're not only my hero but a true hero to many.
Four billion people perished, although four billion lives were saved. The stragglers who survived were left confused; navigating the globe like some sort of primitive beings, clueless as to what to do next. It took quite a few years for the leaders of the world to return to their mighty thrones, no longer hiding from the chaos which had only recently consumed so many people with such haste. I think that only now they fully understand how the world works. When America started recycling their once grand, now desolate cities, the rest of the world was quick to follow.
The species that once ruled the world are now all gone and in their place a smaller, yet wiser group who have opened their eyes. We've opened our eyes to the beauty of the Earth that nurtures us. People are ending their unsustainable living, finally ceasing destruction and wastage. It truly is a joyous time to be alive.
I'm here, at Kainji Lake National Park, at the research station. Robin and Jen both came with me; and although I wasn't keen at first, I'm glad they did. For once Jen's quiet, and surprisingly Robin's not making jokes either. We're simply sitting in silence. It's just as I'd pictured it; the vivid shades of radiance flowing through the sky, casting an angelic aura over the rolling landscape. I now feel what you must have felt all those years ago, and it somewhat comforts me hoping you have now found peace.
All my love Mother,
John.
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