The Six of Hearts Series deals more with themes like identity and personal worth. (I know I sound like a grade school teacher when I say that.) But, it also has a strong bearing on responsibility, as Six mentions a few times how the world is a product of human issues from pre-takeover times. I know it would be amazing to live in a world like his, but I wouldn't wish the torture of dying before their thirtieth birthday on anyone. I'm happy Jack Heath addresses the issue, even if it was subconsciously.
I think we should all do our part to end global warming. It isn't just a natural occurrence. It's a problem we can solve.
Even if it is just turning off the faucet, multiply that by a million and you have an amazing force of change. Just a little step can make a huge difference.
Everything we do directly impacts our environment. I just want people to remember that. This will be posted as part of the collection and as a stand-alone fiction.
Remember this when you drink from a plastic water bottle or toss a piece of paper in the trash. You could take a step towards destruction or a place that is utopia.
Now that I'm done forcing my opinions on you, read the fiction. Wall is up.
The GM parks were some of the loveliest places in the city. Once you got past the parts humans invaded. The communal areas were littered with trash and the fog looked a sickly green in some places. But you had to walk past it all to find the beauty.
Trees reached up to the sky, vanishing into the fog. The fog would be less dense here. The sunlight would find ways to filter through and reach the dark floor below. It had a grey color to it, but that only added to the ethereal presence that was there. There was a feeling of peace and of disconnection, that there was only the thin tether of breathing to link one to the world of the living. Here, worries could be forgotten alongside pasts and other memories. But, futures could be born from the leaves that lay scattered across the floor. The hopes sprouted for the ground like the wild flowers, which grew like blankets. They were the robes of the redwoods, the kings of the forest. It felt like part of something bigger.
A person could grab a pack of climbing gear and go as far up as their lungs would allow. Up there, there was no fog. There was only clear sky and clouds at your feet. The air was clean and carried the fresh scent of pine needles. They could survey the city, tall spires that pierced the clouds. They could imagine the hundreds of thousands of people who muddled by in the streets below. The ones, buying and selling and working, and it would all fade away. Above the clouds, one could be part of something bigger.
Six leaned over the seedling. It was a small plant still. But he could imagine the tree it would grow into to. A tall strong red wood.
It would be a shaded spot for children to play under. It would be a refuge for the hippies hat lived in the park. It would be a companion to young lovers and adventure for thrill seekers. It would be part of something bigger. It would be another tree in a forest.
It would clean the air of carbon emissions. It would make breathing a little easier. It would stop the pollution that threatened the air they breathed. It could add a few years onto the lives of children yet unborn.
Six stood up. This tree would grow. It would be so many things. But most of all it would be a reminder.
It would remind people that their future was in their hands. Not in the hands of ChaoSonic, who, let's face it, didn't do a thing for the environment. They didn't care about the people. They were nothing more than a disposable work force.
Six knew that power. The strength that came from getting off the floor. He knew what it felt like to weave his own destiny.
And, that seedling would help others remember that.
He used to wonder how things got to this point. It was nothing but human stupidity. The desire to "live large" had driven the species into its own extinction. Greed drove everything into flames.
The world before could have done something. They could have stopped so the future didn't have to live where they did now.
They wouldn't have to scavenge for food. They wouldn't have to work a month for enough money to buy one meal. They wouldn't have to live in a dystopian society ruled by a rich bureaucracy. They wouldn't have to watch themselves slowly die from the air they breathed.
Six chuckled to himself. Human nature was what killed everything. Now, if only they could have stepped up and made a small change.
He got up from his kneeling position. Kyntak would be waiting in a glen not too far off. Leaving the little piece of heaven, he could not help but laugh at how far human greed could reach.
At his feet was an empty plastic bottle.