In 4534, the nations of the world initiated the 3rd World War. It was inevitable… though we had tried all we could to stop it.
The great nations, and corporate states of humanity tore into each other across the cities, farms and oil fields of every continent. Anti-gravity tanks, robotics, and mechanized suits yielding casualties as high as 2 billion, thanks to rampant overpopulation, the supply of warm bodies was plentiful.
At first, the conflict was kept conventional, the forbidden weapons of our past being kept locked away in their darkened silos. But it was too great a temptation, and the sins of man were made manifest in wholesale destruction and horror. Gravitic, Ionic, and Nuclear weapons scoured the Earth into heated ash deserts. Only a handful of nations and the off world colonies were spared from the
The colonies could not hold all the survivors for long, illness, civil unrest and anarchy threatened to exterminate us. In a final gambit, 1.5 million souls each were placed aboard “The Western Arc” and “The Eastern Arc” given all the technology, research and information that humanity had, they were pointed at opposite halves of the milky way, and sent to find a new home….
While the Fate of both Eastarc and the Sol. Colonies would make bold tales in their own right.
This Is the Tale of Westarc.
- To be Continued...
Last painting is by Reid Southen.