Ryan Armenti

My Life 2152

My Life 2152 April 7th 2152 The rado trickled down the window of the 2127 Bronco we currently call home. Rado is what we call this radioactive sludge that “rains” from our skies. This is a product of our juvenile decisions that lead us to this so-called life. It all started with what humans of the early 2000’s referred to as “progress”. Let me let you in on a little hint that “progress” was the furthest thing from it and has led us back to the dark or no... wait, that's actually an insult to the dark ages. It has led us to the toxic age of 2152 where we run from what used to be symbolic of life. Rain has become an enemy and it has lost the vitality it used to bring us.