Neither machines nor prophecies warned us. It’s been two centuries since Earth suffered a decade of pelting by radioactive rubble from an exploded sun.
During the first months, humans dug underground habitations – and that’s where we’ve stayed. Most surface life that wasn’t allowed in or able to survive died out. The rest adapted like we did. Who knew that fungi would be our partners in survival? It filtered out radiation from water, provided food, and generated electricity.
We live in darkness. Surface stories are kept alive through our art. We know one day we will return.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the receptive host of Friday Fictioneers.