2077

[Keanumoreira]

2077…

 

Prologue

 

Homo Sapien- noun; an organic species originating from the Planet Earth in the Sol system in the Milky Way Galaxy, the only beings known to have succeeded the trials of lasting civilization…

 

Until now…

 

But what, exactly, does this word mean to us specifically? Well, if you ask any age old historian- whether he’s sipping Turkish coffee in New York’s congested Town Square, digging into a Danish pastry in France’s glimmering Paris, or reading Arabic texts in snow smothered Montreal, Canada- the answer is almost likely the same thing: The term for the human sub-species which grew out of the Latin meaning of a “wise man”. But this is just the professional definition, so what, specifically, does it mean to us? The answer is infinitely impossible. To all kinds of people from all kinds of places, this is a varying term, a term that to them may not be identical to his neighbors, or his neighbor’s neighbors, or to the neighbors of the country -maybe even the solar system- next door. This example from one mind, although it too also has its own opinion, as well as his mother, father, and older brother, can easily be read in the history books. From a religious point of a view, say, a devoted man, married, and a little angry at the world on the side, this is unique. To him, our species stems from something else, a creation that the Earth itself doesn’t take the credit for molding. To another person, this time the perverted, watches dirty movies on Friday nights, spies on the drop dead gorgeous babe- to be blunt- next door, this spills out of the idiotic philosophy that alien, Viking-like female warlords dropped from the sky and started getting strange. Everyone has their own belief; it’s true, and this is what, in part, separated us. We are a people of nation builders, stone movers, speech crafters, and star searchers. We are intelligent, brilliant, creative, determined, bold, ambitious, curious, judgmental, suspicious, brash, ignorant, irrational, oppertunitistic, pushy, greedy, destructive, harmful, deadly- all of what falls under that list and beyond in that criteria. We strive to lift the iron curtain between what we know, and what we can’t fathom, and sometimes, this restless behavior finds us doing terrible things, and it has. It is exactly these differential attitudes and thoughts that has pushed us in what we currently find ourselves in, it is why the Great Powers of years long forgotten quarreled amongst themselves, and why the world watched and bickered with themselves, all the while segregating them into unstable, line drawn corners, each paying no heed to the obvious warning in front of them.

 

But the entries you are about to read does not deal with human progress or glorification- That time is long past due -, or necessarily its mistakes and failures and what went wrong to cause them. These are diaries, computer journals and findings, bulletins, advertisements, commercials, and everything else you can imagine, concerning one of the most powerful empires to have ever surfaced on our planet, and what part it played in this whole fiasco. It explains the daily lives of our ancestors, of our forefathers, of the people who came before, people who aren’t as different as you and me. These records, painstakingly scavenged from all across the formal District of Columbia, gives us insight about what life was like in the year 2077 of the Anno Domini period, following up from January 1st of the 2076-2077 New Year, to the day the bombs fell and the short months that occurred afterwards. It preaches the tales of those people who struggled through a collapsing economy, a heightened threat of nuclear warfare and unprecedented global devastation, the stress of dwindling fossil fuels, and paranoia and selfishness in between. Our group, the Rivet City Organization for Prewar Understanding and Clarification (The RCOPUC), meet to discuss these rare documentations and past issues and attempt to uncover something of relation to all of those events and how it led to the fall of man. We don’t burden ourselves with what life was like in any other year, as we already know the constant battle between the Aristocracy and the Proletariat, the white collar and the blue collar, the monarchs and the dictators, fascism, communism, and Nazism, and every other tiny detail that has built up to history’s greatest moment of corruption, ignorance, and the complete disregard for human safety. These years are not important to us. What is important is the time when it all went to hell, when why it was that time the bombs had to fall and not the hour, the day, month, year, decade, century, or next millennia over. We will, at times, interrupt these accounts to apply our own opinions and debates on these subjects and matters at hand to better give explanation rather than confusion. We are, after all, only human and just like our distant relatives, we want nothing more but knowledge, and to use that knowledge to better fund our advancements. We now begin our analyzation of this brief episode in our long epoch of existence, of a time when cars drove higher than the clouds, when houses could be thousands of stories in the sky and composed of nothing more than glass, when machines that could push, pull, twist, crank, rip, and fuse while others spoke, and change shape, defined our civilization, and when the people were more singular than they ever had been before. A place where knowing your neighbor was the only thing on your mind, when not locking your doors could be a fatal mistake, and where terrible atrocities that you’d hear here and there would be best if you looked the other way. This isn’t 1066, the battle of Hastings. This isn’t 476, the fall of the Roman Empire. This isn’t the World Wars or the French Revolution. This is America, their story, their lives, and their downfall in D.C. This is...2077...

Edited April 3, 2011 by Keanumoreira

[TheSwedishPancake]

Really awesome story! It leaves you wanting more. :) Thanks for sharing. Good work, can't wait for more! ;)

[SilverDNA]

:biggrin:

Funny you did write it down I always think in similar lines when having to deal with ...

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... the government officials ...

... the politicians...

... the local drinking gang...

... my neighbours ...

now honestly

Good idea of something to write and nice to read ...Like it very much especially the social political critics in it that comes along with a historic relevance.

Thank you for posting it.

Oh one thing! One of my favourite writers Douglas Adams once mentioned in one of his more famous works that it was a failure to come down from the trees and learn to walk on the ground ...

[Keanumoreira]

:biggrin:

Funny you did write it down I always think in similar lines when having to deal with ...

... error 404 and 101 in internet...

... the government officials ...

... the politicians...

... the local drinking gang...

... my neighbours ...

now honestly

Good idea of something to write and nice to read ...Like it very much especially the social political critics in it that comes along with a historic relevance.

Thank you for posting it.

Oh one thing! One of my favourite writers Douglas Adams once mentioned in one of his more famous works that it was a failure to come down from the trees and learn to walk on the ground ...

 

Thank you Silver, and that is an interesting point of view from Douglas, and in the Fallout sense, he'd be right. Let's just hope that doesn't lead to us. :ermm:

 

I'm trying my best, however, to limit politics in the story. I know it isn't allowed and there is SO much of it in the Fallout universe. It's going to be a challenge, but I'll have to find a work around.

[LordWushin]

I think you will do fine. Good intro to the rest, which I look foward to. Well done.

[Keanumoreira]

Much appreciated Wushin. :happy: