THE LAST FINAL SOLUTION
Prologue

3000 AD: ADAM JOHNS

I thought back to the time when our side had blundered: it was a time when I was a science teacher of gifted students and one of them who would one day be the leader of a new world. I firmly believed in, until I spied my top student’s screen which projected images from his micro chip; inside of his left frontal lobe

Help me please God: I’m a nervous wreck’. Two thoughts circled , one being that his parents must still maintain their religious stance which was rare, seeing as it was out of favor, and the other thought was-what hope have we of winning this battle, if the genius kids still believe in the fantasy.? How would any of these kids get to be a leader?

I walked carefully to the toilet, with my solar plexus anxious to spew up the contents of my vegetarian meal and once again, my stomach was right when the bile came out in a violent burst.

This is due to programming for years, with shock treatment, regarding unused words, such as God.

The mirror stared back at my pale face and body, with so many replacement organs, which gave me a few more years on the shrinking earth, now parched with dying plants, due to eons of neglect and fossil fuels, all with the help of human induced climate change.

I wiped the remaining gibbers off my pale lips and pressed the screen button and in that instant a date popped up which instantly reminded me of the old eBook about Jesus Christ and his resurrection on an ancient

Easter Monday, some thousands of years ago. Surely not. surely not a God somewhere, sending a message: I ignored it and walked back to the classroom where I regained my composure, trying desperately to control my rumbling stomach and my thoughts, which were easily read by my students.

I knew also that my nickname of ‘Flipper’ that was due to my size 18 feet was banded about by the students; my parents were astonished when they stared at their baby son with the huge feet and they scratched their heads in wonder, I was told.

The one thought I hoped the class would not latch onto was that our Society of Atheists, who ruled most of the World might lose the battle against the believers. Bibles were springing up everywhere in Electronic stalls sited in the City of New York and new age shops as well. Were the believers, with their faith, beating us in our race to prove that God did not exist?

Terrifying events shortly overcome us when they draped across the world like a giant curtain and it was said that a parallel escape world had suddenly appeared for the believers, those people who obviously had a get out of goal free card.

Those people who walked without any obstructions, into their promised world and were never seen again and it included my ten-year-old student whose blatant plea for saving, worked

He was there one day and a vacant desk the next, with undeleted messages on his screen I must get the record straight about Religion and me.

I know it is popular to spout about being spiritual, as opposed to religious, however some major fakes were exposed over the many years and it became impossible to prove which belief was right.

I went with the flow, as did thousands. Still, on looking back into the late nineteen hundred times John Lennon the Beatle got it right when he sang.” You may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one.”

The world would have been saved then, if people loved each other; but those who preached the simple message were vilified, bullied and swatted like flies.

The love-in people lost jobs, were refused access to loans from the Banks and in time their movement was replaced by us, who were supposedly the saviors of the new world.

A new World with giant Nuclear weapons, devastations of forests and a billowing greed for money, and material goods.

More toys to keep the populace from groaning too much. The leaders played their war games just like kids with Lego sets. Alice in Wonderland came true because she went down the rabbit hole and saw another world.

God bless Judy Garland for her quivering voice, which is still popular one thousand years or more and since that time we have been on the brink of destruction.

In order to defeat the Terrorists in the planet, about a thousand years ago, Teleportation was deployed to seek and destroy, where possible, however each War Lord who was killed was replaced with another ambitious greedy man .They sprung up like weeds in autumn.

A final solution (I seemed to have read this somewhere before) was a drastic action to reduce the massive population who could not be fed. Our scientists came up with a simple solution modeled on the old remote control used in ancient

Television sets, to reduce, pause or blackout the entire screen. Every Country perfected it. Herds of people were reduced to ants’ size. A DNA device was fitted from ant blood later on, so that the reduced humans became an ant with a human brain and human traits (so we were told but many thought it was all bullshit)-although their heads were still bigger.

They were used as slaves, along with other ordinary ants in re building damaged areas, because the strength of ants was well know and admired In a short space of time some

Chief ants declared that they were Gods and from then on they led the life of Reilly (to use a human term) so I am told by some Human Ants, who were restored back to human form by decree, which was another rumor, because no one ever met one of those hybrids.

Was it successful? It depends on one’s perspective. Would a tiny human like eating ant food? I think not.—(It ant funny)--.to deliver a pun.

Yet there was always an appeal procedure. Human relatives could apply for a restoration to full size, of their beloved, to build on my above remarks. From what I have heard there are many human-ant people who have succeeded in surviving the big feet of the humans: those androids are waiting with angst to extract vengeance on their captors.

I am in the queue for reduction. I am about to find out how pissed off those human-ants are, and my big regret, as I shuffle along, naked and holding my genitals, is two fo.

Who will get my Italian shoes and blue suit? In addition, why didn’t I take up the option of saying I believed in God and could have entered the parallel world? Too late to bullshit I guess, but I hope to survive and find a remote control, hidden somewhere.

A man with a big grin on his fat red face, who used to be the handyman at the school comes up and plunks a sticker on my left pectoral,(developed over many years of bench presses) with my new ant name and says loud enough for the queue to hear.

‘You ought to wipe out some of your new brothers with those flippers.’ He laughs but no one else does, because there is nothing to laugh about when we are soon to be half ant.

You’ll keep prick- I say quietly-. I am to be a type of Teacher ant and I look at the name ANT- THOLOGY. - Shit-. I whisper -all of those years and all I get to be in the ant world is a bloody Librarian. I turn to the man behind who is a Doctor and he also yells out loud about his name, which are ANTI-DOTE.

“Yesterday is ashes, tomorrow is wood. Only today does the fire burn bright”

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