We know now that in the early years of the twenty-first century this world was being watched closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own. We know now that as human beings busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a scientist with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacence, people went to and fro over the earth about their little affairs, serene in the assurance of their dominion over this small spinning fragment of solar driftwood which, by chance or design, humanity has inherited out of the dark mystery of Time and Space.
Yet, across an immense ethereal gulf, minds that, to our minds as ours are to the beasts in the jungle--intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic--regarded this earth with envious eyes and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. In the twelfth year of the third millenium came the great disillusionment.
It was the third week of December. Business was better. The president had said the wars would soon be winding down. More people were back at work. Home sales were picking up. On this particular evening, December 20th, Nielsen's Total Internet Audience metric estimated that one hundred and thirty-two million people were on-line in the USA, Tweeting, updating the FaceBook statuses, uploading pix of their dinners to Instagram and IMing links to cat videos on YouTube to their friends.
The top trending topic on Twitter was,
#ElMundoNoSeAcabaHastaQueYo ("The World Doesn't End Until I")
Last edited by Toucanna; 12-20-2012 at 12:33 PM.
Reason: With apologies to Orson Welles