The Wheel by Waspeater
A wee Buffyverse drabble to kick off my second fanfic career.
Disclaimer: It's Joss Whedon's world and I'm only playing in it.
Feedback please, even if it's negative, it's the only way I'll learn.
"The one thing to wrap your head around is that this has all happened before and it will all happen again. Armageddon is coming, not for the first time and not for the last time neither. The walls of reality will fall and the demons will pour in. Humanity, being the stubborn bastards we are, will fight back with everything we've got, and when you mash science together with the by now inescapable FACT of real magic what you've got is the means to build gods. As above, so below!
It's that old alchemy idea that just won't die, base metal into gold? Fuck that! Try mortal fleshbags into celestial beings on for size. They'll kick out the demons, squabble amongst themselves for a bit giving birth to all the myths and legends for the next damn turn of the wheel, then they'll fuck off to a higher plane of existence and take nearly all the magic with them along with all the good toys, leaving just enough of the shallow end of the gene pool sitting in caves and mud-fucking-huts scratching at their flea bites to start the whole civilisation thing up again. Lather, rinse and fucking repeat.
Forget the technological singularity all the silicon valley fuckers are yammering on about. The thaumaturgical singularity is nigh and ninety-nine point nine nine fucking nine recurring percent of the fucking twenty billion peak population that'll be shitting up the planet by then will die screaming so that a few thousand can be the next jealous, greedy, incestuous Olympian analogues.
That's why I'm fucking mixing absinthe and Dom P.
Fuck"
Overheard at a Sigma Tau Phi Upsilon fraternity toga party, UC Sunnydale