Copyright (C) 1980, 2004 by Walter D. Petrovic.
SCORCHED EARTH
A Future History of Planet Earth
By: WALTER D. PETROVIC
walter.petrovic@3web.net
(c) Copyright 1980 + 2004
Note from Author: April 2004
This was my first novel committed to paper during my initial year ofcollege 1979-80. I was studying Film Production with the goal tobecoming a screenwiter/director.
Life rarely allows most of us the opportunity to achieve our life-longgoals but this did not stop me from pushing-on with my writing. Irecently realised that the real joy of writing was not in the moneyand fame that comes with publication but the thrill that comes withthe appreciation of something that is a monumental undertaking - suchas, that of writing a book.
I do aspire to be published at some point, but for now I wish to havethe world-at-large read my works and hopefully to enjoy them.
I only request this one thing from the reader - please drop me anemail to let me know that you have looked at my work and your honest(and critical) opinion of my material.
Please enjoy, and I thank-you.
Walter D. Petrovic
The idea simply was. The single Spirit had begun what was to be thetest for its being-its endurance and tolerances. It was set intomotion by great hands and the power of will, churning the infinitematter and energy and bringing into being the stunning light of aliving state. Matter collapsed into itself, separating from chaoticwaters the vapours, the gases and ice-imploding into a bottomlessabyss that collected everything into one single focus-and notexcluding the pureness of the energy itself.
Everything was brought together at one point and at one instant-fireand the waves, also. Everything was made grand and rock hard, heldtogether by their infinite natures and limits.
The Universe simply was. All its heavenly bodies were compelled toturn and to make their way into infinite end, while they grew in natureand in kind, making their firmament and their gleaming lights to beawakened at their first moment of life-their first day. Time hadbegun, and with its cycles of night and day, seconds and light years,stellar light joined the spheres in moments so brief as to denycomprehension, in a time that spanned infinite dreams.
Light was life. With this life, the ages passed into a third order.As if a single day had passed twice from awakening, the heralding joysof this new-found life had permitted growth to those things namedleaves and trees-the fruits by which the life to come would consume andhitherto live.
Perpetuation . . . assurance by tiny seed that beat with life in aharmonious pulse, the genesis of a new life within the ground thatwould grow to feed the firmament with breath and thus tempting morelife to be.
The further ordered time had lapsed. In passing as if five thousand,thousand years flashed by instantly. In these times the Universe wasseen as it reeled and smiled, content with the pleasures of being.Freedom had taken its accounting. Life left the dark waters for thelight of land. Propagating in their kind they were of dual sexes,soon to cover the expanse of their terran home.
The Thought knew itself. The Thought was life. The Thought promptedinto Its Being the struggle to s