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April, 12 2012

The time for recording all that has happened to this point may have come and gone, never the less the pressing issues have become so overwhelming my spirit must find some peace in my own escape in writing. My words may never be read by another. My thoughts may never become a reality - and i pray - but this ever looming consaquence feels weighted with unavoidable tragidy though i dont know the results to come. Maybe i should just start with todays happenings - in short - what may be the catalyst of what is to come......

          Eli's hand slid from his reading as he looked tword the ever present sun. Its warmth was as usual, never disapointing, filling the air with its life and security. His eyes flickered with the thoughts of the journal - one he had read so many times. Thinking of the days before the Great Seperation, he longed for memories that seemed to regress into only a dream. He felt nothing. Finger nails pushed int0 the tatered cover as he closed its pages back to his previous reading.

.....my day started out much the same as always - i woke with no rush as the travel to work had become less and less hectic. The new national work force has become so small in numbers - those of us that are still functioning as a member of society are hard pressed to find others that have not become just a ghost of what used to be a proud people.

 I arrived to board the public bus that had now become the only means of transportation. Nearly all major utilities and sources of fuels have stopped being harvested for the purpose of profit and have nearly been exclusive to the governments needs to focus on the massive relocation of the human race. Nothing seemed sacred anymore - even the almighty dollor.

I thought on my family - my wife - she had moved closer to the central cities in hope that when the lottery opened we - she - would have a better chance at a new life when things began to transision to the future. No one new for sure how it all would play out but the newness of the idea had begun to ware off and everything had screatched to a hault as the long wait set in.

The lottery was how the government had decided to go about picking whom would be relocated and who would be left behind. No one new for sure how the millions would be picked but the expected saved was being sayed to be nearly twelve million world wide. Some form of hope loomed - though the time for the transistion was well overdue. The world economy was paralyzed at the time of the announcment that the sun was suffering huge changes and was vertually imanent to doom our planet within the decade. Naturally all that was already suffering - The economy as a whole - the sudden change in the earths warming and vast number of natural catastrophies- clammored for more than just a nod from its inhabatents. We new the end was coming quickly - no one seemed to be at fault - nor did anyone want to be anything but a spectator in what would end the world as we knew it.

Small cities had been wipped out as massive building yards replaced them for the construction of the transporters. Their conception had been the ideas of the major leaders of the world - thinking of the smallest details on the largest scales imaginable. These "arc's" held the story of what seemed to be the blink that was the human race. They would take those fortunate enough on a hundred year jouney - wondering into a needles eye chance of finding a suitable place for habitation - but it was all we had now.

Most of what is left of the mighty nations is now being poured into these undertakings of self preservation of humanity - sadly enough its causing the dehuminazation of us all......

Eli rolled to his stomach as the earth pressed its smell into his nose. He never grew tired of it. He gently pulled at the grass as he looked tword his modest dewlling as a few children galloped past it rolling a wooden ring around with a few sticks. He remembered the game well but had long been removed from childish actions and idol activities. His dreams and wonderings had now become his sole concentration. Nothing seemed to give him peace - only questions. Everything seemed to be at unrest - though nothing had changed for a thousand years. He felt vexed - and without resolve.