Subject: The sun goes dark!
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Posted on: 2017-08-22 12:29:00 UTC

The sun goes dark. A man walks into a bar. A man walks into a wall. A man walks into another man. A man trips over, stumbles down a series of stairs, knocks over a row of rubbish bins, gets coke all over his shirt, and wishes his phone's torch function wasn't bugged.

The sun goes dark. Humans are fascinated. The Mole People, gazing up above through their spyports, pause briefly in their invasion plans to wonder what the big deal is.

The sun goes dark. Vampires prowl the streets freely. Ambitious travelling garlic salesmen soon join them. It is hard to decide whose tactics are more aggressive.

The sun goes dark. As the streetlamps start to flicker and die, the last plate is bolted, the last lens is rooted in place, the last blowtorch sparks. The Sunrise Mechanism is completed. The people who can afford to have it shining over their cities wonder why all the people who whinge about not being able to afford it don't just get jobs.

The Sun goes dark. The Moon cleans off her spear, dropping the bloodied fabric, which tumbles down and births a new continent. She basks in the bowing submission of the survivors. Their new god shines over them, turns them silver against the night.

The sun goes dark. Suddenly, the conditions in which groups of organised humans attack other groups of organised humans are deeply unsuitable. World peace is attained. This is promptly fixed when they stop fumbling long around enough to figure out where the torches are.

The sun goes dark. The Artist takes an ineffable finger off the switch, looks down on his project, shrugs a pair of ineffable shoulders. Maybe the next try will go better. He has grown an inexplicable fondness for possums, so perhaps he will use them instead of apes, this time.

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