We'd have to progress so far into human culture that we'll start regressing on our advances. Hell, this planet gonna be run to the ground or the sun's gonna burn out before this happens.
A young girl scampered through across the sand, pressing her sun hat to her dead white locks. She did her best to hide in the shadows of the mud huts, but she could still feel the heat travel through her leather sandals. Her calloused feet began to burn as she burst into one of the larger mud huts. It was a bar. A bald man was wiping down the ceramic mug in his hand when he looked up to see who just ran in.
Noticing her apparel, he chuckled hoarsely. “A young lady keeping up with the times eh? Heheh. The heat gettin’ to ya?”
Shima smiled shyly, “Mn. Sorry for barging in, Mister.”
“Don’t worry about it.” The bald man went back to wiping his mug.
Although he seemed nice, Shima could tell his polite demeanor would quickly disappear if she overstayed her welcome. She peeked out of the doorway, preparing to make her next dash. She glanced around the surrounding mud huts, trying to remember which ones were occupied by the more welcoming tenants. There was nothing but a barren wasteland. The glaring sun reflected off the sand as it stretched in all directions, scalding heat emanating from every grain. This sight was familiar to her, but she could’ve sworn there were more huts over here. The bald man hadn’t even looked up from his mug, most likely expecting the reaction.
“Sorry young lady, you’ll have to head back. There ‘ain’t nothin’ over there no more.” Shima closed the door, escaping the horrid sunlight. She felt exasperation rise within her as she wiped the sweat off of her deeply tanned skin.
You gotta be kidding me-
Her frustration was interrupted by a loud rumble. The bald man dropped the mug and it shatter to pieces.
“Fuck, they’re back already?!”
Shima pushed the door back open, trying to get a look at the cause of the rumble that scared the bald man so badly. A massive dust cloud could be seen on the horizon, fast approaching the bar. She gasped as the stampede of people entered her view.
“H-how?! How could they be alive out there?!”
The bald man ran out behind her, neither of them paying attention to the sun anymore.
The bald man‘s jaw tightened, his composure hanging by a thread. “Fucking monsters, those bastards!” His teeth chattered and he ran for his life, shouting, “Get out of here if you want to live, brat!”
Shima stood frozen in place as a giant white sign reflected the sun into her eyes.
“Agh!” She winced and covered her eyes, but the words printed on the sign didn’t leave her mind.
‘We want the right to hate.’
-It said.
Shima was far too young to understand the phrase, but she could feel it.
The instinctual horror.
She shuddered in her bikini top, so short it was the equivalent of pasting two Doritos onto one’s bosom. The tanned legs within her tiny polka-dot panties threatened to capsize as the horde of people wearing crossed out rainbow shirts grew ever closer.
She felt this was the end for her.
And it was.
