It's coming soon...the definition our generation has been searching for.
It was the end of the world.
At least, that's what it seemed like. We were living through the apocalypse. The end of days popularized by so many zealots for centuries before. Everything had changed. You could walk outside and feel the earth sigh as if Mother Nature herself was growing old. Everywhere was the vague drone of distant machines and cold precision. Everywhere was the oppressive heat, pushing down on your chest, squeezing the cold sweat from your pores. Everywhere was the sound of voices, screaming to be heard over the din of promised dreams. We were zombies, children of the night who had to learn to exist in the day. Everywhere was the feeling that we'd been cut a raw deal, that mankind had ordered a colossal meal in the restaurant of history, and here we were, stuck with the bill, making negotiations with the manager about washing dishes. It was the great kiss off, the comical reality of the brilliant and promising future that had gone so wrong.
And it was all our own fault.