PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
For the twenty-fifth time, Calhoun watched the universe he created destroy itself. The stages were so predictable that boredom was a constant struggle.
Given Eden, the society would flourish, peak, then self destruct. Every requirement was catered for. Without competition or restrictions, overpopulation resulted.
Freed of hurdles, subjects were free of purpose. Without reason to strive, many withdrew into listlessness.
Freed of the need to search outwards, subjects stared inwards. Subjects became ‘Beautiful Ones’, incapable of anything but preening.
Freed of predators, subjects preyed on each other. Eruptions of pointless violence became commonplace.
Then… collapse. Death.
Predictable. Like clockwork.
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