The future didn't lead to a utopia of futuristic technology to dazzle the mind and bring about a new level of engagement between nations and citizens. It didn't lead to a dystopia with the world ground under a tyrant's heel or destroyed by a natural or man made disaster. In the end it was neither of those things.
Much further in the future (it doesn't matter when now is, it's likely a few days in the future still) the Earth is finished. All the resources of the not just the Earth but the entire solar system have been extracted. We can no longer draw energy from oil or cola as they are all gone. The wind doesn't blow anymore. The sun is barely strong enough to keep temperatures at a global level of -30 celsius. Quite simply, the solar system is about to die.
So we take all the works of art, science, literature, history and anything else we can manage and digitally encode them in every language we have left. We launch them via rockets in every direction out of our known space and hope someone somewhere can figure out what the squiggles mean. This is the end of time for us. But we can beat the future and live on, if only in the memory of some unknown hypothetical race far off in another galaxy on another world. Remember us. Tell our story. Be our future.
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