THE LAST FINAL SOLUTION
Adam Johns

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Who would recognize our world if they sauntered in from the twenty-first Century? Some would say ’Yes. Here are the Giant Fans twisting and turning and producing an alternative form of energy and saving our world from Coal driven Furnaces.

Yet there were no Don Quixote Knights on horseback attacking the Monsters (and there are a lot of people who would have loved the old Knight and his stance waving his sword, saving his world; because they have ended up mad, as a result of the grinding bearing noise—24hours).

They would have heard about the experiments into wave energy, hot rocks, coal seam gas and the hated Nuclear Energy was there since Hiroshima. They knew about and employed solar energy in many machines and in their eyes they felt that the job was being done effectively to either halt or at least, breakdown the damaging effect of Climate change.

Others may have driven in Electric cars. Good citizens were putting out rubbish in separate bins provided by eager Councils for rubbish tips which were undergoing a massive restructuring,

Money was paid to citizens who dumped cans and bottles at recycling depots rather than chuck them in a bit to be carefully pulled out later with bloodied finger being the result of someone’s else’s neglect or thoughtlessness The future for their grandchildren looked great yet still the Antarctica was breaking away in great chunks, exploding into the sea and creating tidal waves.

The boffins started up and named the circling clouds of hate and all thought that it would continue. However the mainly Conservative World Governments were climate change skeptics and with their force, were able to block any great moves which might threaten the shares coming in from the investors.

C.E.Os were paid enormous wages to promote their bullshit and when something was done and dusted, and a call for their heads to roll came out ,they were just given a great payout and went to live on an Island. Most of us hoped that they would slide under the sea with their paper money going with them Some did disappear once the giant sea waves rushed in wiping out many innocents. Such was the hatred people thought about the puffed up C.E.O. people.

Those twenty-first Century people were able to criticize Governments at will and would be horrified at the clamp down now of free speech. To you curious wondering people I have a much more glum view.

The world Governments are largely totalitarian with a sprinkling of Socialism chucked in to pacify the masses. We are Clockwork Orange, Solvent Green and the Planet of the Apes (in our case the Ants) all mingled together. Yet people still drive short distances to the Solar Trains in their tiny bubble cars. No accidents as the car stops before a collision. No need to lock it up before because of thieves, who are caught, they are sentenced, along with the serious questioners to the program.

A program which is really the death penalty applied in batches by the guards with their air conditioned overalls and their advanced tasers which throw out abeam at the back of the head. After that is done they are dumped in a shredder and taken to the empty prisons which are full of hydroponics: so compost reigns.

There are no more Child molesters, serial killers and rapists. Because in a clearing operations two years ago they were taken out of the prisons and ended up as compost. Home Invasions dropped away after serious public floggings were handed out. Much of the food produced in the Prisons is sent to poorer countries. Scientists are not allowed to question whether eating food from shredded humans is dangerous. So no one moans, even though they may be eating the remains of a beloved Uncle.

Everyone is some one else’s lunch. Yet there are some institutions which still remain to please the populace, like in the Big Apple, people still go to Broadway to see shows and listen on the way in from the loudspeakers with Ethel Merman belting out in her great voice. “There’s no business like Show Business.”

Even though the ancient blood sports went away, along with some Emperors as well, the blood sports still are there with giant Steroid driven men killing each other (almost) on the Football field Boxers still belt the tripe out of each other and women still cheer—just like Madame Le Farge at the foot of the Guillotine and watch as the Chief cutter slaps the severed head or talks to the head.

The lower classes can still sit in the rooms and watch images flash up on their wall from Government held Stations which seriously monitor anything that smatters of dissention. Unions were banned centuries ago and the average worker takes it on the chin, he gets up and has a shower.

He eats his artificial bacon loaded with vitamins (all the pigs died because of Climate Change) he has his coffee with artificial milk (all the cows died because of Climate Change) He gets in his bubble car. Gets in the train and goes to his Computer station.

He stares at the giant screen and chucks artificial lollies at the new pretty girl. But dares not approach her because she might be a sacrificial lamb waiting to trap him for her bosses, the Guards, who will whisk him away to be re trained.

If Adulterers are caught they receive a Public thrashing so masturbation is rife. But do not let the Guard catch you doing that either—but don’t ask me why because most of the Guards are wankers anyway.

We are compliant yet it is not how we started as a nation or as a world I imagine, and to cut down on imagination we are given free antidepressants to keep us quiet, sullen and without joy. I am not sure after writing this that I really want to live in this world anymore but the thought of the alternative does not impress either.

My dissidence stance has been duly noted by the head and no doubt passed onto the Guard. I might either be retrained (death) or sent to the so called Colony of Ants. We hear tit bits about that exercise yet so far I have never met anyone who came back as a half ant.

There are tales that the plan does not work because humans are left with great heads on little bodies; they are shunned by the real ants and most of them have brain tumors’, because of the reduction process It is a wonder that the Guard has not tasered them as well as they tasered every disabled person they could replace.

Looking back on history it is something akin to the Nazi regime that not only got rid of the Jews but killed a Million of their own dissidents and from my estimation we have got rid of a lot more of our own. Not a lot of options are there? Life is a bitch at this time on earth. I reckon I will turn to God; may as well because nothing else works... ,

TWO YEARS LATER.

3000 AD

The queue shrunk I stood on the plate where rough hands guided me and the fat handyman watched. I heard his last words of”’ Bye Ant theology” and then it was a world of whirring sounds and deep black; I woke up with a start—was it a dream, if it was it was certainly visual—or was it my imagination? and with that one word of imagination which is forbidden

I knew I was back in the world I just left with the handyman’s voice echoing in my aching ears’ felt my ears and realized I still had them. I looked at my body which was not an ant. Imagination can get you killed. I thought about all the writers I knew as my eyes circled around inside of the giant cave and I saw other hospital beds with people on them, all like me with bandaged heads.

Along with the writers, the artists the sculptors and most of all, the satirists, who drew great cartoons of fat Leaders .I suspect I would join the Academics who were a threat. Some of who were already eliminated.

Then they started on the musicians, especially the soul singing creators .They were never seen again and I guess their little squares are helping a hydroponic broccolis to grow...I made no hint that I was awake and tried to propel myself back in to the dream where I was once a New York City Cop walking a beat near the 26th Precinct.

I saw the great clock with the date, and it was in the winter of 2042 I saw military ribbons on my uniform and at the same time noted the buzz of the City with Yellow Cabs driving everywhere. I felt happy and spoke to a lot of passerby’s, who exchanged words such as “Have a Good day Patrolman.”

I knew I was their protector and I felt the emotion of it surge through my body, down to my toes set inside of eighteen inch shoes. The dream turned my emotions into sadness. When I saw my stained clothes and smelt the urine patches. It switched again into the big City in Brazil and I was making love to a beautiful dark haired woman with a shimmering gold cross held at her throat.

I opened my eyes and saw a Doctor in a white coat gazing down at me. And in spite of my splitting headache I recognized him as one of my former students. .He graduated from Med School some years ago and we had lost touch .

William was intelligent and personable as well as being outspoken and I wondered how he ended up in the cave. Yet could I trust him with some answers to questions which were begging? He extended his hand and I shook it.

‘Hello William.’ I whispered in pain. ‘Better than me I hope.’

‘Yes. I’m Ok—ask me something because I can see your curiosity is at its peak.’

‘Where are the ants we hear about?’

‘Jolly little fellows—miles away—but they can’t hurt us. Yet that is.’

’How bright are they?

‘No left or right brain. They only operate on instinct.’

No hope of them taking over the world supposedly with our DNA?-- He spoke very quietly and looked around with a furtive looks

‘It’s all bullshit’ He lowered his voice to a whisper. they retreaded the scientists who came up with the stupid idea. The Leaders kept the rumor going to scare the population.′

‘That worked... What about the hybrids?’

’Some yes but they never used giant ants to carryout any building because of their strength. Some criminals came out with weird heads.”

‘On the run I suppose.’

‘The ants do not care for the hybrids from what we gather.’

‘So let’s get down to me. Why am I not dead? Wouldn’t that have been the easiest solution after all I am a dissident person?’

‘Easy peasy.The Leaders ran out of academics. You lot were kept—with micro chips in your head.’ He pointed to the bandage.‘That is there if you get a bad thought about them and it will because you pain. Like the old Thought machine used in 2050.’

‘So I have got this in my head.’ William leaned over and whispered to me

‘Roll over on your side so it looks like I am examining you.’ I did.

‘Before the guards come listen to me—I worked on some micro chips and disabled them. You have a dud in your head like twenty others do.’

‘What’s the plan?’

″You will be out after I give you a tick in the box. The releasing people will give you papers to wander free. I will slip an address in your clothes and contact you after you are there.′

‘Why me?’ I said and I thought for a few seconds.

‘God told me to save you--.that simple.’

‘You’re a believer?’

‘Have been for years. There is so much evidence.’

‘Look really why me?’ ‘You were sent back and are part of God’s new plan.’

’Bloody hell why me?”

‘You were the one who saved the rivers in Brazil in 2050.’

How?′

‘The thought machine.’

′ It is too much information but what is next?′

‘I will get you out of here and it is left to God. Someone will contact us from the Parallel World. But let me say a great flood will destroy the earth.’

‘What about the ants?’

‘Don’t think they can swim.’

‘The guards.’

‘Most of them will run away and end up in the ant’s colony. They will die a terrible death.’

‘I hope the fat man gets one of those.’

‘Where will I go after the event starts?’

‘Maybe here. I don’t know that yet. Lookout their coming. Stay low and go to that address.’ The guards came in a checked the chart at the end of the bed and left, as I did within a few days, I waited at William’s place outside of the City till he came and we talked into the night. We were looking for a miracle.

My words as set out below describe the events as it happened and they are set under a flagstone in the patio of William’s House and it is my hope that if this world survives its biggest crisis that we do not make the same mistakes again. In my estimation this earth will need at least 2000 years to recover its former beauty.

Signed Adam Johns on this day of our Lord the 21st of September 3000 AD.

So much for the brains of the non believers who figured out by year 2900 AD that we, as humans had evolved so far that there was to be no more foolishness about a God, about any religion or New Age material.

They would never acknowledge the fact about the Parallel world and the plethora of mounting evidence, particularly from people of all ages and creeds who had had Near Death Experiences and came back to tell of the other world. The world of energy which energy never dissipates and which had been an established science for thousands of years That the energy went into a kind of ether that even Einstein was not sure of.

The same old questions came and went about who made God, if there was one and the believers always replied.’ well who made energy, oxygen encoded that just exist’. There were no answers that the human mind could come up with. They should have let it go and allowed the people to have faith in their beliefs because faith has proven to be a life saver, in the past to thousands of people. All those submissions were ignored. The dispute withered on the vine.

It was never realized in their arrogance that the ordinary fellow on the street had access to God. He didn’t need a Priest and never did, need one. They never realized that the ordinary fellow in the street could also make up hand held device devices. The hand held one which reduced paused or obliterated people. The smart designs came out and almost everyone had one. Old scores were settled quite easily by pausing or reducing a person. Husbands put their wives on pause and it was vice versa.

It became a world of Step ford wives, until the wives woke up and reversed the pattern. Children were able to pause angry teacher Finally Congress paused each other Some of the surviving ant human/ants got hold of them and settled old scores with other hybrids who didn’t fit in to their brotherhood as they staggered to stay alive with their huge wobbling heads. On tiny necks.

In some countries the hybrid ants did a lot of damage until they were caught and drowned. The world soon became a chaotic place in which to live. It was impossible to control Cops who wiped out many felons. Judges paused angry defendants and even the High Court paused one another.

In an unexpected fashion some of the giant hybrid ants were followed by a colony who thought they were Gods. --That is if an ant can think--.Anyway they marched towards the city in a long column with the hybrids intent on revenge however the ants stopped and enjoyed the green food in the Prison and subsequently had a siesta, with bloated bellies.. We re-charged the batteries on our devices and wiped them out. The other ants, without a leader turned enmasse and walked away towards the Hudson River where some of our battalion wiped them out. All of this happened while the Leaders stood by and watched.

\ The sea rose once more in a huge wave and washed right over the low lying land. We fled as fast as we could to caves which were high in the hills. We watched while the leaders drowned and then we got down on our knees and prayed. We had been saved, but for how long. There were millions more ants out there and I had a view that given time God would cull them all, down to a normal size which has been the agenda since time began.

Although I have gone back to God and consider him to be the maker of all I waste no time with the general questions. Faith pours through me and it sustains me. I trust it and I am great full for all my life, yet the view of my other life as James the Cop showed a life where I was in a black pit which left me bereft of anything except survival. I used to knock the premise of the now- and that is all we have. I understand it now, yet as humans we have a duty to our loved ones and I could have done better in that life, rather than stagnating in filth.

I should have fought a battle in that life and at least won some rights for my then kids. Without my presence they had a battle, influenced by their mother who only thought on material things. Yet would they have grown up any better?-who knows? But this I know—the shame of my decadence in that life will never go away. I just live with it.

Perhaps once I am in the Parallel world it will be possible to contact them and try to make amends, however would they know me as their former father. It is a question and past lives are always full of questions. It seems to me the old Biblical saying of “The sins of the fathers are visited upon their children.” Is accurate Will we always go on in our lives making the same mistakes as we always did? I suppose it all comes down to free will—and haven’t we stuffed that up.......

“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away and the sea was no more and I saw the holy city, a New Jerusalem coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.”

Revelations 21:1