Curious woodland creatures scurry the forest floor for life while the vitamin d rich sunlight floods the entire area, the envious trees and foliage trying to absorb all they can. Just a few years ago our cultures morning routine consisted of hazily hitting the snooze button on our alarm clocks and personal devices while squinting our eyes at the light emitted from them that was always a little too bright. Things have changed since then, since, the creator is no longer with us
Google was everything. Google taught us how to ride a bike, how to catch the bus, how interesting our world is around us. The foundation of a society has never been as influential as Google was to our people. Now, Google is only superficial to us. Still strong in some of our hearts, but hope is dissipating. Hope left when Google couldn't turn its flashlight on in a world of darkness. Hope left when Google couldn't search, couldn't bring light. This reoccurring thought has plagued me for endless mornings, but today is different. Today is when darkness falls to its knees and light sores over our small place in this universe.
I dress myself for a proper scavenge, head to toe with radioactive gear salvaged from my nomadic days. Power plants which let out tons and tons of radiation due to machines not supporting them across the world have reeked havoc over countless lives, leaving scattered communities the only humans in groups left. I left my group of 40 people to pursue what my mother had set out to do, bring back the light. Today's the day though, so it's no ordinary scavenge, yet the apparel is necessary none the less. My water jug is full, and so is my backpack. I cannot keep my excitement in as I leave my small stick hut, not looking back.
I mustn't allow the horrifying stories of people like myself, who want to bring back the Internet into the world, being ripped to pieces by the hands of the endternet gang. The bitter, ruthless actions of the endternet gang has slowed processes of Internet revivals by quite a lot. The dell-agates were growing fast in numbers and intelligence and I almost thought they could have the power to over throw the endternet. I'd rather not continue on the rest of the history of the dell-agates. But enough is enough, I'm going to do this. Today.
The trek to the place were I need the last part of my contraption isn't a long one, but a tricky one, involving physical adaptability, and a nice treat to bribe. Full steam ahead as I tower over moss and rocks that are underneath me. I approach a roaring river that means I'm half way there and I find a vine over head long enough for me to swing across. I land on the other side and continue on, confidence rising ever so slightly.
An hour later I'm so very close. I slow my pace as I see the creature. It's head as large as a sink, and body big as a van, I begin to perspire and start to get a little nervous. We call these globclaws. Their malleable body figure drips and slops as it adjusts it's posture and its claws are like turtles heads coming out of its shell; you know they have heads, just don't see them all the time. Large round body makes it hard to see the door its blocking, and it's vocabulary is low.
I stop it few feet in front of it and I can feel my blood racing through all the veins in my body. My back is strapped to the front of my body and I begin to open it, still not breaking eye contact with the beast.
"Why waste my time human, hurry your moves!" The globclaw bellows.
"I have what you want right here." I reply casually, and throw a transparent vile used for mixing chemicals with a green solution inside, at it. It reacts well and immediately absorbs the vile and throws its eyes back. It's worked, and this globclaw is making way for me.
I examine my options when I'm inside. Try and take down a big part of the endternet, run, revive the Internet. The ladder has the most energy right now so I pursue my plan. I stop at a conveniently labeled door "fuses" and quietly slip in. My hearts racing again as I dump my backpack and all the materials spill out. The room is damp, and it's making it hard to work. But minutes later my adrenaline drove me to the final part, simply pressing a button. A take a deep breath, and the air has gotten more damp and moist to my analysis. It's mildly irritating, but I won't be staying here that much longer so I push through it. I push the button and a flashing red light starts to make its rhythm. I grin wildly, throw my arms in the air, and spin around a couple times, knocking a piece of scrap metal on the floor, for I have started a revolution! Thoughts of making homemade ice cream, and talking to people when we are still great distances apart flood my mind and I am happy for the first time in a long time. My happiness is ended when I hear the door knob turning behind me. I freeze and try and hide, but before I can position myself to jump and cover I am berated with a storm of bullets. The sound is deafening in the close quarters room, and I fall and land on the floor with my head facing the table in which my contraption is laying. I use my final bit of life to focus on it, hoping the red light will change its rhythm to a solid red light, solidifying the Internet revival. I start to dos off as soon as the light switches to solid. It is over.