I'm sitting in this space craft with two other people, women to be exact. They are both intelligent women. They are both attractive but nobody compares to my love, my children. We maybe the last three of mankind, but the souls of my family reside within me.
It is crazy to reminisce back on the ideas of right and wrong, good and bad, smart and dumb. We were so fixated on the ideas of uplifting ourselves and money that when the planet needed us the most, we were the ones who destroyed it. Forget the nuclear bombs and forget global warming. Forget all of the problems that humans have created on the world. If we go back to the basics, humans were never kind to other humans.
Our ancestors, dating back thousands of years depended and relied on each other for survival. If we didn't hunt and gather in groups, we were finished. Packs of wolves, a single bear or even a cat hungry enough could murder us one by one if we were alone and acted alone. Forget the economic differences between capitalism and socialism. Look at collectivism and individualism. Collectivism allows mass groups to do better as a group, while individualism pushes only a personal agenda. It's not one or the other that is more successful, but the combination of the two that works the best.
How can mankind survive if we couldn't depend on each other? How could mankind advance in technology if there was a person to push the expected into the unexpected? See, it is the combination of the two that pushes us forward. Farmers feed the nation, a group, which gives the individual the nutrition to pursue their wants and needs. It is in the individual's pursuit of what they want or need that defines the world, our communities and our nations.
As I sit here in a spaceship with two women, all I can think is that we were sent out here to prolong the inevitable, the extinction of mankind and the title of last organism in mankind. I float here in a non gravitationally charged air, if you would like to call it, floating calm yet desperately into the universe full of stars. I'm just looking for a sign of hope.
Issac, signing off.
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Floating Thoughts
General FictionThe Last Words of Mankind. A man named Issac is stuck in a spaceship, floating through open space. Issac along with two women share one thing in common : the last humans alive. Through logs, Issac expresses is inner thoughts on all topics.
