As my eyes slowly open into an unfocused world, it is apparent nothing is or will be the same as before. Its like I’m dreaming of something from another world, but it’s clearly not; my head really f#^king hurts. Most of the Earth had been scorched by a large solar flare that when coupled with global warming has made just about everything on “The Green Planet” into what seems like the heart of the Saharan Desert. I’m sure there’s water somewhere in this world, but I don’t think its anywhere near here, or so it seems. I stumbled through the desert, climbing one sand dune just to slide down the otherside and find, yet another, sand dune awaiting my presence. After some extended period of time, it feels like the sun never actually goes away, the small group I assembled including myself find ourselves at the gate of a small city being formed with a nearby oasis in its borders. The guards dressed in traditional desert garb, holding Ak-47 and AR15 assault rifles usher us to the window and a man yells for any sort of identification we may have on us.
Milton Friedman was one of the first people I encountered on the journey through the desert. I found him roasting a large lizard over a nice sized fire. I thought this guy was dead but apparently not. I chose to keep Milton around because of his attitude. He wanted one thing and one thing only, to survive. He mentioned how he wrote this thing about profit maximization which is all good, but he definately did not care what happened or how it happened as long as he was alive at the end of it. He’s maximizing his own life over everything else around him. And yes, of course this can be problematic. People with an attitude like that can leave someone for dead in an instant, but sometimes the desire for personal gain can benefit those around him regardless of who he was doing for. He’s the one who builds all the fires and finds a lot of the food simply because he wants them for himself. I just happened to mooch some of the benefit off of them as well. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer someone once said. He mumbled something at the guy in the window like a grumpy old man and they eventually let him through the gate.
Josiah Hannah was a guy I found some distance from my own starting point. He seemed to have a lot of it figured out. Josiah had a little camp set up for himself with some random brush debris from the past world and this nifty irrigation pit that had water in it from the ground every 12 hours or so. I don’t really know why he decided to stick with me and Milton. Maybe it was his desire to learn more and challenge himself even in the harsh world we now inhabited. Regardless, I was happy to have him. he travelled with us for quite some time always offering sound, rational advice. He was a good presence to have aorund with us since Milton was just complaining about the heat the entire time. Josiah had good problem solving skills and adapted very well to changing environments and situations. Picture: None Recorded, Age: Young, Profession: Unknown. Despite this lack of information he managed to get the guy in the window to let him in. I even saw a smile crack at some point in the conversation.
And the last one to come stumbling to, what seemed like the gates of paradise, was a good friend of mine who I had lost, and then found again, Captain Jack Sparrow. Now I know what you’re thinking, “He’s going to drink all the rum by himself!” And I thought the same thing. However, if there is ever a person who has managed to stay alive for as long as he has, even in ridiculous fashion, I’d like to have him on my team. Sword fighting skills, knowledge of the outdoors, even if it is on land rather than water, great personality, looks like Johnny Depp, can talk his way out of situations, loves proving doubters wrong, and a whole-hearted person, even if its shown in a different way. All of that makes him someone I can see myself surviving with. Those are qualities I saw first hand be useful out in the desert as he accidentally fell through a loose pit of sand to find a decently preserved water well. The guy in the window wanted to no part of him and decided to have the guards remove him. Now Milton, Josiah and I were already in so I just kind of thought, “Well that’s the last of him I suppose…” That was until i saw him flying from a rope on a guard tower yelling at us to run. Moving on to the next stop I suppose.
Featured Image: The Saharan Desert