Years ago, I read a fascinating book called After Man: A Zoology of the Future. In it, the author Dougal Dixon speculates about the kinds of life that will evolve after mankind becomes extinct and sooner or later we will.)
Even more fascinating is this History Channel program called Life After People, which shows how quickly the world we made will deteriorate and become overrun by nature, like the world outside the dome in Logan’s Run. The videos are addictive, even if you do have to watch the ads first.
What intelligent forms do you think will take our place? Astrans, Cyborgs or Numan?
It’s all good speculative fun, but for those who believe in the impermanence of life, ans who have a sense of history, it all makes sense. Nothing lasts forever, including us, no matter how high and mighty we believe ourselves to be.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.
Percy Byshhe Shelley.