Aprovechando que tenía que hacer una redacción para la escuela de idiomas he escrito un mini-relato. Lo único... pues eso, que está en inglés. Tiene una cierta relación, lejana, con una serie de dos historias que suceden el 42 de Octubre que empecé a escribir hace años, uno de los 2 proyectos grandes que siempre he tenido entre manos: 'Las Crónicas del Gran Continente del Este', y '42 de Octubre: Ave Adicán'.
November 12th, 2,908
It was November 12th, 2,908. The day in which the human kind committed his biggest and last crime against the planet that had created them. The planet, the Earth... that had seen them dragging out of the mud and evolving until their last day on its surface, some centuries ago.
Charging with the consecuences of their greed, foolishness... nefariousness... and the few of them embarassed by themselves, they had to flee away from the planet when it became nothing but a toxic rock of scraps, in the middle of the Solar System. A huge portion of the human population was left behind to their sake. This is, to death. The richest and the selfproclaimed important people made up a way of leaving the planet and built several bootstrap orbital colonies around it. Then they decided who could live on them and who couldn’t.
They were to be able to survive happily from then on, as long as the Sun kept providing them with the energy they weren’t able to use during their life on the Earth.
But that wouldn’t be too long...
Human scientists were happy with themselves, proud of their own achievements, and believing that they had plenty of time, that their Sun would last for milleniums. They could never imagine that the Sun, the only reachable star and the only thing that allowed them to live, was actually dying.
October 31st, 2,895: Some strange black stains appeared on the Sun’s surface, as if there were nothing below. Human scientists shocked. There was a blackhole in there, eating the Sun from its inside! It seemed that a micro black hole had chrashed the star eons before, and that it kept orbiting the core of the Sun consuming it and growing patiently.
Since that day the black hole have grown on, and nowadays the Sun have just become a set of scattered blur and weak boiling stains. There is harldy any light in the near space, and in few years human kind won’t be able to get any energy from it... They will likely freeze in the space.
But, they did something. The crappy victim planet they left behind centuries ago was now their only salvation. They didn’t know if there were still any human on it. They didn’t find any survivor, or just didn’t want to find them. But the point is that they settled their fusion reactors in the deepest of the infected seas and burnt the planet... totally. They made a huge chain reaction that turned the planet known as the Earth into a huge ball of fire. But they did it... they created a micro star...
They are aware of it. It won’t last too long, and there’s a black hole atracting them to the void... But for better or for worse, the human kind, without a planet, without the Sun, is still alive, so far...
