apocalypse

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds.

I never understood why people from the 1980s thought there would be flying cars. It just seemed really dangerous and impractical to me, but they all talked about it, so it must have been a thing. Meanwhile, my dream for the future was that it wouldn't involve mass extinction and large-scale water shortages and cannibalism.

Country__ friggin_ dying, man, you have to triage the motherfucker.

In the early days, it was nearly omnipresent, a constant background noise, like the hum of traffic on a busy highway: the sound of a human being in pain.

Should the whole frame of nature round him break,In ruin and confusion hurled,He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack,And stand secure amidst a falling world.

Before the Apocalypse, the closest I'd gotten to death was buying steaks at the supermarket.

My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous massof post-human organic circuitry.Cyperpunk is my mother tongue.My love is a man-machine interface gun.

This guy is funny. But is he safe? And how much is that worth when the world itself has ceased to exist?

Lovely sight, the Apocalypse! But absurdity, without limits? No Sir! there have to be certain limits...

But this was not quite the right kraken apocalypse.

Wasn__ allowed to have pets. I killed my pet cockroach when it crawled into my ear.

No amount of expertly choreographed PR could prevail, in the end, against Armageddon. It strolled over the barricades and took its pleasure.

No, we__l live. I promise you that._ He__ said it in a way that she couldn__ doubt, the same way he__ snapped his soldiers back into their rank on the helicopter. His words had been soft yet firm, and she wanted to believe in him as his men had, with confidence.

He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations.

She__ been caught up in that image, that flash, man__ nuclear stamp, and had not really understood what happened after.

Everyone should be comfy during the apocalypse.

Thoughts have power, influencing humanity's collective path. The difference between Mother Teresa and Adolf Hitler lies, ultimately, in how they thought. A thought can change the world for the better__r damn it forever.

You can__ let the apocalypse rule your life.