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Monday, July 07, 2008

Is it really Global Warming, or something else?

Speaking of which, I predict the cars we know and love today won’t be around in twenty years time. We won’t need to move from place to place because we’ll all be nourished on pellets that’ll fall out of fake clouds. No moving around = no sex, because we’ll be living in domes. No variance in temperature, no need for clothing according to the weather, no boutiques = no sex. We’ll all be rail-thin, our poop like mouse droppings, and we’ll be getting older and older, until finally, we’ll all be senile and eating our own poop thinking it’s pellets of nourishment fallen out of the sky. When aliens do finally come back, all they’ll think to say is gross! Freaking humans! They’ll smash the domes and put up a sign. Keep out for at least 500 million years!

2 Comments:

Blogger Steve Gajadhar said...

Hmmm, I think I sniff some sort of SF novel in here. I'm stealing this.

Tue Jul 08, 02:03:00 AM EDT  
Blogger Tricia Dower said...

If the dome looks something like a yurt, I might be up for this. But no sex?

Wed Jul 09, 11:31:00 PM EDT  

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