The evidence was piling up that there was nothing the Durune could do to stave
off their eventual total loss of temporal energy. By 2230, most people with
powers had already lost them, and the rest could only use them sporadically
and unpredictably. Time tech wasn’t reliable enough to be worth it either.
There was no more teleportation, no more filter portaling, no more
transdimensional living spaces. Aljabara was the only city on the planet that
had built enough regular renewable energy to continue operating sans temporal
manipulation. It was looking like a world without time powers was where they
were headed, so everyone had to once again consolidate into one place. The
outposts and distant settlements were entirely abandoned as everyone literally
converged upon the Capital. They weren’t all crammed together, however. The
most efficient living spaces available today were constructed underground.
They were protected from the elements, easier to keep warm, and residents were
able to spread out more without wasting energy, or taking as many resources as
would be required for the same real estate above ground. Technology wasn’t
nearly as advanced as it was on Earth right now, but engineers had learned
enough to build these connected bunkers. They didn’t know what was going to
happen to the world, but it was the best way to survive a number of disaster
scenarios. Wind. Wind was their best friend, because without sun, without
geothermal power, without fusion, without crazy temporal energy—wind would
remain a constant. If they didn’t have wind anymore, it was because they
didn’t have a planet, and there wasn’t really anything they could do about
that anyway, because they weren’t anywhere near advanced enough to build
exodus ships. They would just die, and that would be it. A normal fledgling
world would be okay without any energy, but those all had host stars, and were
at a quite minimal threat of losing them. At this point, there were one and a
half million people, so the only way they were going to make it is if they
fixed anything and everything that was wrong with their planet. People were
still dying; their agelessness having long been stolen from them, presumably
by the suns of 70 Ophiuchi. They still weren’t sure whether real sunlight was
detrimental to their way of life, or if there was something particular about
these stars. It didn’t really matter in the end, of course. They had no way of
moving off to another star system, and even if they could, they weren’t
confident about being able to survive the trip, even with their trusty wind
turbines. A lot of things were capable of wiping them out while they were
here, but it would be so much worse in interstellar space. At least they were
still able to utilize solar panels while they were orbiting Ophiuchi A, which
they had since named Calluna. Things were getting really rough, and everyone
was making sacrifices. They would be nowhere, however, without the hard work
of their ancestors, who fought for equality and justice. Without them, they
would still probably be suffering the same problems, but they would not be
armed with the tools necessary to combat them. They were a unified peoples
now, and that was going to get them through this, even if it wouldn’t be very
easy.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Microstory 1494: Shutting the Stable Door
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