The Last Sunset of the Old World
The Last Sunset of the Old World By Dr. Harold Mandel The breakdown didn’t happen with a single bang, but with a long, agonizing whimper. It started in the familiar heat of the Middle East, a spark that refused to be extinguished. As the conflict widened, the arteries of the world—the shipping lanes and energy grids—were severed by surgical strikes. Global markets evaporated overnight; the digital age flickered and died as power grids collapsed. By Christmas 2034, silence was the only thing the superpowers traded. On New Year’s Day, 2035, the rumors of the "Exodus" were confirmed by the sound of silence from world capitals. The elite had retreated into their subterranean citadels, leaving the surface to its fate. Then, the sky caught fire. Hypersonic missiles, weaving through the atmosphere like jagged needles of light, delivered payloads hundreds of times more devastating than the ghosts of Hiroshima. In the span of a single heartbeat, the great monuments of human hist...