Things have been basically non-stop shitty since they installed the Omega Clock. Sure, everyone wanted it at first, but now it seems like the whole world is second guessing itself. Because there it is, hovering in the night sky, a huge digital reminder of the only time any of us has left.
There are only 2 kinds of people now:
1.) People who still have hope.
2.) People who have none.
The first group is busy. They are working day in and day out to find a way out of this mess. They work tireless and dedicated lives, but they're smart and driven. They can't see what the rest of us see, though, and that's that we're fucked.
microfiction by jeremy s. griffin