Children of cheap oil

You are not unique. You don't have any inherent human rights despite what politicians or accommodated philosophers tell you. You are part of a massive hive of 7bn humans wandering over the surface of an antinatural outcome.

You are the result of two billion years’ accumulated energy reserves.

You witness impassively at everyday's miracles. You consider a right to own a wonderful machine that allows you travel miles, and in your mind, food grows in the supermarket and you say there be light just by clicking a button on the wall, as if you were God.

You spend your time in paradise drinking tasteful beverages while watching unconsequential spectacles on a magical screen made thousand of miles away by the magic hand of modern slavery, and briefly wonder what happens when slavery comes and touches your door.

You are children of cheap oil.

And now you are old shale mud. Your light is waning, you can no longer travel miles by pressing a pedal and steer a wheel with the assistance of a computer, and your favorite shows suddenly turn boring.

Without your mother, without your energy, you will barely move, food will again be a rare commodity, and your towns will become a dump of once wonderful machines that will be stopped forever.

And then, everything will be over.