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A
Novel - By Hawkwood
Introduction:
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It
was the greed that did it. The old world had succumbed to de Toqueville's
prediction after all. When there were more people demanding than
there were providing, the system was doomed. The collapse had
started slowly, and almost imperceptibly in the last years of
the twentieth century. Most people vaguely noticed that things
seemed unsettled and rather more dangerous than they would have
preferred, but the constant barrage of government propaganda had
deceived them. These were the Golden Years, they were told, the
time when everyone could have everything, at no cost. Young people,
old people, disadvantaged people, all had "special" programs to
help them achieve the happiness that their society had deemed
them entitled to. Suddenly and inexplicably, everyone was a member
of a "minority" and had a hyphenated group name with which to
demand even further "special" treatment. The notion that one could
prosper by borrowing was universal. No one expected the bill to
come due.
But
it had, of course. And when it had, society was unable to pay
up. The government of the world's biggest and most powerful country
collapsed when it had had to forfeit on its financial obligations.
This took down the other countries in turn like a line of dominoes.
Economic chaos always triggers political chaos and the whole degenerated
almost overnight into the worst form of barbarism. Industry stopped
in its tracks; services evaporated. Only the stolid farmers continued,
and their efforts were hampered by loss of the chemicals and machinery
they had grown accustomed to. Food production dropped drastically
and what little there was could not be adequately distributed.
In the big cities, life was desperate. Every small plot
of land was converted to a garden, guarded by armed men 24 hours
a day, and even so, often the object of small wars. Law and order
ceased to exist when simple survival often depended on the ability
to rob and murder.
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A few understood
that this could not continue, but attempts to stop the chaos foundered
on one terrible rock. No individual considered that "his" actions had
in any way contributed to the chaos. It was always "their" fault that
things were bad. It would be a century before the lamp of civilization
was relighted, but when it was, no one was willing to see it extinguished
again. The survivors, a pitiful few compared to the billions before
the Chaos, would pay any price, ANY price, to keep from backsliding.
I Don't Think We're In Kansas Anymore - By Hawkwood
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