The Seventh Age of Man
Part 1: Regeneration
By Kevin Gordon
Copyright 2011 by Kevin Gordon
On every radio, television screen, cellphone and portable media player, on a crisp, cool day in late December, a countdown could be heard.
“Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . .”
Across the world, in every language, the non-descript male voice proceeded evenly, instantly drawing the attention of all who listened.
“Seven . . . six . . . five . . .”
The governments of the world scrambled, dove at their defense systems, scanning the skies for missiles, bombs, planes—anything to explain the sudden calamity they all now faced.
“Four . . . Three . . . two . . .”
Couples embraced, sharing a deep, a passionate kiss. Mothers clutched their children close, as men gripped their knives, guns, pitchforks and shovels, all eyes cast upward in anticipation of doom.
Across the world, regardless of color, country or faith, the world’s population aged fifty years. All plant life, animal life, and human life, that was not underwater was affected. A third of the world’s human population died instantly, whether from the toll of the years or the stress of the shock. All plant life died out instantaneously, along with ninety-five percent of animal life. The Earth shut down in an instant, huddling under the proverbial covers, wondering what would happen next.