Colourful apocolypse
Emric crawled out of his sleeping compartment and rubbed his eyes. The warm yellow light in the pod gradually brightened, a new day dawned. But this wasn’t just any day, this was a special day. Depending on who you believed, today could be the last day he ever needed to crawl out of bed. Emric considered a shower, but was there any point. He would either need a shower after work or he wouldn’t. Time would tell, as it usually does. He threw on his work suit, more of an overall really, but they frowned on words like that these days. It was something to do with making you feel more important. It was why his title was officially Waste Management Engineer. As he stood on the veranda of his neat little home, the sun was making its first and, some said, last appearance over the horizon. Peeping over the treetops, like a naughty schoolboy, hiding from a teacher. ‘Emric, well met my friend.’ Alarius called to him from his garden next door. ‘Today is the day, I hope you have prepared everything....