Hope Within the Battle Royale Generation

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“No one knows what group caused the Undoing. Post-modern society had already begun the so-called “Battle Royale” Generation. During this hundred year period, every facet of society began warring with one another for dominance. Activism and rebellion invaded every facet of our lives. Lines of loyalty were drawn up and those without a cause were forced to retreat to entertainment fandoms or online communities. Unfortunately, the world politics and despotism of the late 22nd century grew to overshadow the lives of everyone living on the planet and invaded those areas, too.

The space age had already begun, so the turmoil had forced everyone to become refugees off-planet where jobs were more plentiful. Close-knit families and communities grew abundant but separately in space while everything on the planet was steeped in societal pollution.

Having more than one place in the solar system retreat to was what saved mankind from utter extinction. However, it wasn’t an Earth-shattering comet that was its undoing; it was ourselves. As the planet heated, so did our debates until the world was engulfed in conflict. The United States of America, seeing its own demise, launched its nuclear arsenal en masse. The target was the Indian Ocean. The strike was intended to explode above the atmosphere and cover the other side of the globe in a massive EMP. However, the pressure from the shockwave above a certain point increased the pressure so much in the air that the water below the blast was pushed forcefully downwards. 

It was Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation for the planet. Earth became Terra over 20 years of constant volcanic activity, earthquakes, and hurricanes. The transformation was complete when Earth’s crust shattered apart and peeled off like a giant orange being pulled apart into space. What we call the Terra Bodies today is actually the cooled remants of old Earth.”

The lights were slowly undimmed as the professor’s lecture ended. The students were not shocked or gasping due to the subject matter. Instead, they exhibited utter boredom with the material.

The professor, with his thinning gray hair and glasses perched on the edge of his nose, sighed. He knew it was challenging to capture the attention of the Battle Royale Generation, a group born into chaos and shaped by the remnants of a fractured world. As the students began to gather their belongings, a curious young woman named Lily raised her hand.

"Professor Adams, do you think there's any hope for a better future? Or are we forever destined to live in the aftermath of our own undoing?" she asked, her eyes searching for a glimmer of optimism.

Professor Adams leaned against the podium, his gaze thoughtful. "Hope, Lily, is a tricky thing. It's like a dormant seed waiting for the right conditions to sprout. The Battle Royale Generation has seen its share of strife, but within chaos, there's always an opportunity for change."

Professor Adams fixed his gaze on Lily, a small smile playing on his lips. "Lily, the very fact that you, one person in this classroom, dared to ask that very question is a glimmer of hope. It's in the curiosity, the questioning, and the search for something better that we find the seeds of change. The Battle Royale Generation may have inherited a world of turmoil, but it also possesses the potential to reshape it."

He walked closer to Lily, addressing the whole class. "Each of you has the power to contribute to a new narrative. Whether it's through technology, diplomacy, or simple acts of kindness, you carry the potential to steer humanity towards a brighter future. Never underestimate the impact one individual can have in shaping the destiny of the collective."

Some others in the classroom did take it to heart. Others did not, but each was given their choice.

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