My Greater Future

        After the cataclysmic event that almost eliminated the entire world’s population it was figured that the world’s population was left at at an estimated triple digit number, lightly scattered across the globe.  Think of this as opposed to the almost 7,000,000,000 thickly spread across the Earth back before the incident.  The only option was to start over.  Luckily there were remnants of the modern world that would benefit in the rehabilitation of planet earth and the human population.  But we had to make it work. My company and I (a solemn group of less than 30) were, as if by fate, blown by storms to a large island that was once called Tasmania.  A large island for a small population just south of the better known country/continent once called Australia.  When we first arrived we had been half starved and dehydrated.  We had set off from the resource exhausted Australia in hopes of finding better land and were coming back...

     I am readying for bed when from the edge of my vision I spy something scurrying, yes, scurrying, across my ceiling.  I look to see a spider, but not any spider.  It is the spider.  The spider of terror and fear and sleep deprivation.  His appearance in my room preventing any sleep at all.  Just nights earlier it violated my bed.   My bed.  On the floor I slept that night.  But here it lay, so vulnerable and defenseless.  No movement whatsoever from its' perch upon my ceiling.  As I desperately search for a weapon long enough to reach, to crush, to end my nightmare, it never moves.  Alas, no such weapons appear.  But then it is there.  A green ball, to serve a noble duty.  I snatch the ball from its' home and ready to throw.  The spider upon my ceiling has not moved.  I throw, but no, oh no, I miss.  But the thing does not move!  As if it welcomes the gigantic green orb to crush...