They sat on the field, watching the massive vessel strain skywards from the launch site, far away, across the river. It looked kind of like an over-sized version of one of the old space shuttles, and in fact it was doing the same job, at least in part. People were being blasted into space on the things, they just weren’t coming back.
Roger and his brother Dave had been watched a lot of the ship launches from this spot. At first in the hope of being one of the lucky few to win a seat on one of the large space-craft; but as the chance of that dwindled away to nothing, they came just for something to do to pass any spare time they had. They didn’t have as much of that anymore either, spare, or otherwise, with every moment measured against a ticking, literal doomsday clock.
“I was thinking. There was a time we could’ve done this whenever we’d wanted and not just whenever we could find the time. We used to have all the time we wanted. We would’ve bought a cheap bottle of pop and sat here all day, setting the world to rights and talking a load of rubbish,” Roger mused.
“What? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
“Never mind, it doesn’t matter.” Roger took no offense at this, Dave meant nothing by it. He was easily distracted and always had been. So much so in fact that it was sometimes possible to ask him something and for him not even to be aware of anybody talking to him.
“That was the last one Roj, they said so on the news.”
“There’s still the ones in London and Manchester, Dave.”
“Won’t be finished in time. They’re just saying they will be on the news to stop people from giving up. So everything keeps ticking along until the last possible second.”
“You’re probably right,” Roger conceded.
“I’m not going back to work tomorrow. I can’t think of anywhere I’d want to be for my last couple of weeks, less than that place.” Dave stated this in a simple, matter of fact way, that brooked no argument.
“It’s okay Dave. You’d be working for nothing anyway; we’re not going to be around long enough for you to get paid for the hours you’ve already put in.”
Dave gave an emotionless little chuckle at this statement of cold fact. Then just sat staring across the river, to the now empty launch site.
The asteroid had been discovered almost five years earlier, and at the time hadn’t been taken too seriously. It was one of those filler stories that would crop up from time to time. The type that would say how big it was, how much of a chance it had of hitting us and how much damage it would do, backed up by a sentence or two from the first expert they could find.
It turned out to be bigger than the one that took out the dinosaurs, was almost certainly going to hit us and as far as damage went, it was a world ender. When these facts emerged, things went off the rails for a few days. Riots, violent crime, apathy; all the sorts of things you’d expect to see in the large and impressive end of the world films.
After a few days everything just kind of drifted back to the regular routine; not quite normal, but at least the appearance of it. It was almost as people didn’t really know what to do about it, so they took solace in the comfort of familiarity.
There was talk of a global effort to divert the asteroid and there were indeed some promising ideas along that line, even a grand gesture or two, but the spirit of cooperation didn’t last long. Even in the face of annihilation the governments of the world couldn’t help themselves and ended up reverting to type.
So it was that everyone went their own way, and commissioned whatever project they imagined would best serve their own corner of the planet. Most of the plans focused on trying to blow the asteroid to smithereens, building large bunkers, or gigantic spaceships. America decided to go with a combination of all three, and although they’d failed to blow it up, in quite spectacular fashion, they had sent a lot of people into space, and dug a lot of big holes in the sides of mountains.
Most of the plans to blow it up had already failed, with only the EU having a last-minute plan in their back pocket; nobody, Even the member states of the EU itself had much faith in it though. This massive global failure was why the two brothers were sitting in a field, staring down the end of the world.
“Even those knobs on the spaceships are probably doomed. They’ll probably outlive us for a while, and I know they’ve got all sorts of mega ideas about how they’re going to survive when they get to Mars, but realistically they’re as buggered as the rest of us,” Dave stated.
“Yeah.”
“It’s not fair. Things were just starting to turn around. Decent job, quids to spare, and all that jazz, then the world decides that it’s going to end.” Dave said, as if the asteroid was coming to personally ruin his day.
“You’re not wrong. It’s going to end for everyone though, not just us.”
“No need to be a dick about it,” Dave chided, “you know what I mean.”
Roger knew he’d struck a nerve. Dave was right, he had known what his brother had meant, and had decided to be awkward and intentionally misunderstand his meaning. This in mind, he decided it was probably for the best to change the subject, and looking skyward, there was only one subject that sprung to mind.
“I know it’s going to kill us all in a couple of weeks, but that doesn’t stop it from being impressive to look at,” he said of the world killer that was looming large in the sky, even during the hours of daylight.
“Yeah, it is impressive,” Dave agreed, before pausing for a moment, as if readying himself to say something important. “What really pisses me off though, other than the whole dying thing, is the lack of pop. Everything’s running out and I could kill someone for a bottle if Irn-Bru.”
“There’s still those couple of cans of Caffeine free Diet Coke in the fridge that I managed to grab from the shop,” Roger said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
“I said I wanted pop, not a can of carbonated piss. If you’re trying to cheer me up, you’re doing a rubbish job.”
As much as he was trying to maintain his grumpiness, he did feel a bit better. In fact, their brief, and only semi-serious spat had taken his mind off the larger situation for a moment, and he was certainly grateful for that.
“Let’s go home Roj. I’ll let you cook my tea; it’ll be just like old times,” he said, with a smile.
Roger simply nodded, standing, with a bit more difficulty than he had when they’d been younger, and took one last long look around the tree bracketed field.
“Right. Let’s go,” he said.