They should have known when they launched them, battalions at a time. Everything was mathematically planned. No collisions, no crossing paths or degrading orbits. Full coverage. But the little mirrors grew so numerous as to first double the starlight, then block it out completely.
The light remains, however. Trapped within this reflective sphere, it bounces across the globe, an endless city twilight of false day. Just as the clouds brightened to the electric glow beneath, so is the present diffusion of all artificial light over our planet, now required to hold true darkness at bay.
For humans fear the night, and without the stars, there is no guidance.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Grim but not without a certain grain of truth to it. A goal for improvement but with a perhaps unintended consequence. Personally, I don't think I could live happily in such a world. Maybe the people in this story can, I dunno. It certainly opens certain philosophical lines of thoughts.
Nice to see you writing again, Jae. Welcome back.