Briggs stepped out from the sally-port and released the pressure valve of his already-fogging helmet. It came off with a little hiss and he breathed in the moist and verdant air. He peered around, speechless.
Colonel Wright smiled. “Pretty amazing, eh?”
“How does all this stuff stay alive?” Briggs asked.
“I keep forgetting you’re not another scientist. Put simply, it’s a biosphere. It maintains itself. The original idea was to make the whole planet like this, but you know. Politicians.”
Briggs peered through the glass at the blackened rubble of the once-great city. “Too bad they couldn’t figure it out.”
Too bad indeed. Mutually assured destruction looks increasingly possible. Grim story, Randy
Your story resonates with me; mine is in the same vein.
Great one! So very true.
As long as the human element is involved, there will never be Utopia on earth. It’s nice, though, to daydream about it.
Nice way to save the rest of us from such egos.