They are gone. All of them. I am alone on this planet. A planet now little more than a dustbin of old dreams of what could have been. They didn’t heed the warnings of what was to come without change.
Perhaps, it would have happened anyway. The change in the atmosphere was a warning, dismissed as fake news, until it wasn’t. The storms grew more violent, the sea raged over embankments, sea levels rose exponentially, displacing millions of families and communities around the planet. Fierce and deadly land wars began, food shortages were everywhere. All signs that something terrible was about to happen.
It started slowly at first. The air began to lose oxygen gas, nitrogen gas, and argon gas. It was replaced with greenhouse gases released from fossil fuels: nitrous oxide, carbon dioxide, and methane. The Atmosphere, Biosphere, and the Geosphere showed overwhelming signs that complete degeneration would soon happen.
The loss of the rain forests, had a big impact as well, by the greedy money hounds, and marked the beginning of the no-point-of-return. The icecaps melted on the north and south poles, causing the oceans to overtake large areas of coastal land, countries lost their eastern and western seaboards completely. The conveyor of the convection belt in the oceans of the world suddenly stopped. The oceans were too cold to be warmed, all life in the ocean ceased to survive the icy environment of the ocean.
No one believed it could happen. With no way to warm the oceans, as the planet’s electromagnetic sources diminished, and the heat that comes from the earth core, 90% fed by radioactive decay, began to diminish as the planet dissimulated, all normal weather changes, ceased to occur. The planet was to become a snowball. It had happened four times before in the planet’s history when hit, early in it’s development, by asteroids, comets, and space debris from the big bang billions of years ago.
The last straw was the moon, it could no longer be influenced by the conveyor and thermohaline belt, as it had ceased to be after the icecaps belted, filling the oceans beyond the reach of the moon’s influence and the influence of the planet. My last view of the planet would be the dark side of the moon, as icy snow began to fall, never ending for millions of years. https://mythsofthemirror.com/2019/03/01/march-speculative-fiction-prompt/