Free Only Good Men Deserve Yesterday by Arno Le Roux Page B

scary in its awesomeness, absolutely detrimental to health and
the very last of hopes. And as the last hope, it was about to
introduce it bright new tomorrow, which outweighed the frightful
possibility that something might go wrong, as well as the
consequences of looming Ill health.
    Later as the countdown reached single figures and the images
of the clock that was to announce man's salvation, life was put on
an unexpected pause...

Chapter 2
     
    It
was not quite fully understood how, but during the untimely
frustrating confusion of what was the last of the power
interruptions, the networks which supported synthetic life to both
Facebook and Snapchat managed to survive the “The Flare”. Every eye
saw it, and the citizens who didn't witness the unholy event, were
victims of its far reaching consequences anyway. It was believed
that fate had seen to it that there would only be limited
communication between the hysterical earth dwellers. Government and
military satellites, those mainly for astronomical purposes, and
all other satellites that were proudly beaming news and other
communication down to earth, had at that very moment finally
outlived their high purpose and were aimlessly orbiting and
colliding in great firework fashion displays. It was evident that
both the single “world renowned” and one “lesser known” social
platform were somehow not dependant on the multitude of orbiting
specs which up to then, ruled man from the heavens. If the world
was to speak, for the foreseeable future at least, it was to be
done and heard from through one of the only two platforms of social
media. That alone would have been a horrifying thought in a normal
reality. But then, the new reality was all but normal.
     
    It appeared that an almost extinction level Solar Flare had
introduced the ultimate chaos yes, completely disabled a host of
crucial satellites, also accurate, but importantly, it managed to
show an apparent interesting truth. That was the fact that the
financial world that had up to then ruled mankind via a fake value
that mankind had attached to things. It was at last as fake as the
plastic dolls in the quiet toyshops in town. If ever equality had a
strange ring to it, that had been it. It was scary in its
simplicity. One morning, the freezing cold and barefoot beggar in
the park seeking warmth under a heap of newspapers, and the
affluent CEO's of large oil and mining conglomerates were worth
exactly the same, right down to the valueless last cent. A single
almighty flash form the awesome blue heavens, had painted the sky
with blinding white halo which circled out into and beyond the
horizon. It took mere seconds to lead humanity to an even colder
reality than before. It reduced all the testaments to man's ego to
what it really was, brick and mortar owned by earth. Dark cities
and towns all over the world had no fresh running water and
batteries were running out on the last of the electronic devices of
which some were somehow not all toasted, as it was referred to. Money
could not be withdrawn or transferred and fuel supplies were
worthless as both the means to pay and to deliver were rendered
useless. It was like a Mad Max movie scene and everyone was either
hiding or scattering to find a device with just enough power to
find the truth or some version of it.

Chapter 3
     
    On Facebook,
the ocean of colourful and popular selfies, constant check-ins and
motivational quotes were replaced by millions and millions of
visitors to mainly three Facebook groups. All of them were
identical over the world. The groups were separated by distinctive
colours to indicate their importance for the lucky ones who still
had sufficient battery power.
    Where fresh water could be located and limited to 500ml per
person per day, displayed with turquoise-blue water droplet logos
and were really the most active of the groups. Dark green groups
indicated food at daily declining levels. All soon learned that
military and police both helped