I would be dying soon and I am writing this to remind the future generation of the past.

I was born in the year AD 2050 , when the earth was still blue planet and whales roamed the great oceans. My grandmother and I walked many miles along the beach and I , running after the birds. The future looked unchanged from the past.

Then the climate , or the weather – I am not a scientist , changed uncontrollably for the worse when I was 13. Maybe it was the solar flares as some said or man-made. Who knew? Nobody did. All we heard was that drop in the Oxygen level in the atmosphere accelerated a growth of a certain kind of water plant which gave out hydrogen.

The oceans turned green suddenly and 90% of all species perished with a few years. Effects on the weather were disastrous , to say the least. Crops failed by the country-wide level. And many of the crops bore inedible fruits , or even poisonous.

It in-turned affected many countries and plunged the planet into a war that would not end. We are still fighting as I write. We had forgotten the cause nor the prize but we simply fought to keep ourselves alive.

I had no children , many of my mates did not either. We grew up in a world where it was either kill or be starved to death. The world as it was from my past memories no longer exists.

The End.