The year is 2036. Packs of feral dogs roam the streets of Denver, scouring the destitute downtown for their next meal: probably some poor vagrant bastard, if Those Who Dwell Below haven't beat them to it. A lone scream in the distance pierces the eery silence.
"What happened here?" a young girl asks her father, scanning the hellscape. "Where did all the people go?"
Nothing.
The father turns a dial on the hovercraft, appearing to have not heard the question, his face expressionless. As he brings the vessel to a stop, he takes a deep breath, sighing as he wipes the sweat from his brow. How to explain?
"They -- they legalized marijuana," he says flatly, pressing his temples. "Reefer, Annie. The bloody fools!"
LOL.
ReplyDeleteOn the upside, though: hovercrafts!
Was it a result of the feds turning Colorado into a war zone to make sure they were complying with federal law?
ReplyDeleteMan, I want to hear the rest of that story!! That's even better than zombies.
ReplyDeleteToo bad they're full of eels, Picador.
ReplyDeleteOf course, reading this makes me grateful that OR, my state of residence, dodged the wild dogs by saying a firm "NO!" to State-Approved Reefer Madness. Praise Jeebus and pass the Prozac™.