January 27, 2010

At this moment before falling a sleep, in this transitional hypnotic state between reality and dream, I can see the Mutants. They are finally free. Humans are dead.
The Mutants have found a substance that once mixed with plastic and metal is highly poisonous to humans, but it can turn any soulless object, thrown or not, into a conscious and alive creature, this within a few weeks. That’s how we slowly disappeared, infected by the radiation of objects. Its not a painful dead but its a surely effective one. While we were all week and agonising, things started to move around us. Scientists explained it was hallucinations from the disease, but it wasn’t, it was the rise of the Mutants.
After achieving their vengeful plot the Mutants could finally work on creating a permanent autonomous zone. Since they don’t need any specific resources to survive, the Mutants did not need any official or central authorities. The life of a Mutant is fairly short, so the brief time they have they would spent it without restrictions. Their actions are always self-willed while being respectful of others. The help they provide to each others is always enthusiastic and without motives. They are not worried about the survival of their kind, since they have no means of reproduction and no desire too. They know their Era will be a short one so they don’t have any specific goals besides leaving explanatory Monuments for future visitors on how they cleverly ended the monstrous march of humanity. Mutants also got along very well with Animals, since they did not need anything from each others, they shared the earth peacefully. In fact, I think that the Mutants were slightly scared of the animals while being full of admiration of their pureness. On the side of the Animals, everybody is thankful to the Mutants for getting rid of humans. In cities, nature rapidly took over concrete urban desolation and animals were blessed.
Humans are dead, well at least all the sordid ones. Some of them, in the days of reckoning, were smart enough to recognize that industrialisation, mass consumption and social egoism were the cause of the disease that was killing everyone. Without being aware of the Mutants, these humans escaped civilisation and sought refuge in the woods. They built themselves their homes, from their own hands, using tools they either made or with stolen antiques. They grew their own food and sewn their own clothes. They lived in perfect autarky. One day a very curious boy decided to see what was the world outside their community. He walked and walked until he bumped on a huge and scary structure made of things he had never seen before. He had heard of some of them in stories of the Past his mom would tell him before going to sleep. It was a huge Mutant Monument, with various objects (dead Mutants) and humans skeletons, but also texts, signs & drawings, photographs, all explaining the history of mankind and its defeat. After the boy had walked all around the Monument he made sense of it all. He was in shock and ran back home to tell his folks. That’s how the remaining Humans discovered the story of the Mutants. They all gathered around a fire camp to hear the words of the young men. They discussed for long and finally decided not do anything about it, keep living the way they do, leave the Mutants alone and let them ignore their existence. The humans did songs and stories about the boy, the Mutants and the old world, all of it to remember and not do the same mistakes their ancestors did.