It's 2289 AD, my planet Earth's pollution levels have increased beyond imagination, adversely affecting the weather and destroying our ecosystem. Globalwarming and the ozone layer depletion has led the sun's radiation to incinerate everything in sight, everything, but plastic.
So we built our homes underground, safe from it all, using our advanced technology, trying to recreate our lives from the Surface but nothing is the same.We all have bulky plastic safety-suits on because we live in constant fear of being killed by the results of our treacherous acts to our planet. We speak through consoles that display what we want to say on a screen. And due to population control there are very few children to play with, but I don't mind, my great grandmother Rosie's spectacular stories of when she lived on the Surface keep me company.
But this is my story, the only one I have of the Surface.
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This is my entry for the National Geographic's #PlanetOrPlastic writing contest.
Completed: 04/11/2018