Blog post by Joseph Chang

 The Machine 

The galaxy seemed dim without any sign of life. The earth, the home which humanity had

inherited over hundreds of generations, teetered on the edge of destruction. Each passing day, the

ancient heartbeats of our celestial home grew fainter. The foundations of the earth began to groan and

shake, the fiery pits to hell rumbling in anticipation as if humanity had incurred the wrath of the gods.

Even the fierce and powerful sun, once a beacon of hope and source of life, threatened the destruction

of the world we knew it. By this time, many of us had accepted the inevitable and waited excruciatingly

for what was to come.

With this, the greatest minds of the earth were brought together. For months they toiled,

searching from the endless void of space to the farthest corners of the vast universe. So, at last, and

with much difficulty, their endeavors brought upon a hope. A machine which could capture the power

and might of the very “gods” which threatened humanity’s end. The machine. Though it contained the

potential to create life, it was a weapon of incomparable power and destruction. Regardless, it was our

one and only hope. Thus, the machine was created.  

At first the machine did nothing but good for us, giving us years of bliss and prosperity, but it

was a power too great to resist. The machine soon revealed itself to be an evil power, taking it upon

itself to bring about the end of mankind. It filled our minds with hatred and loathe, bringing its heavy

influence upon our every word. Soon after, the last and greatest of the Great Wars began, decades of

carnage and genocide, taking the lives of billions. Then came years of famine and disease, and with the

end of the Great Wars, it was done. We few who survived remain in this war-torn, hell-like world. The

earth’s life dims even more each day. Perhaps this was the very reason the gods sought to destroy us.