End of the Future
Words, Fiction
Denver, CO + Houston, TX

Nellie was tired, but her journey was far from over. She still had to make her way to the very top of the Burj, floor 160. Not an easy task now that none of the building’s 57 elevators were operational. It wouldn’t be in vain though, not according to her journalistic instincts. Only on the very top floor of the tallest building in the world would it be safe. The story of civilization’s collapse needed to survive for generations to come, lest humanity makes the same mistakes all over again. With that in mind, climbing some 2900 steps didn’t seem like a terrible price to pay.

This wasn’t some knee jerk decision either. She had thought it through and done the math. It would take her five hours.

Excerpt from End of the Future, a Times New Human story.