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The object lay lifeless in the fading sand, striking parallel to the deserted planet. I had lost it in the shock of the fundamental discovery for the intergalactic federation. The capsule layed comfortably in the soft sand, watching over a view consisting of nothing; Sand and rocks, an ocean fulfilling the horizon and a few climate gasses which made it impossible to breath without the dynamic fortitude gear. The tracker continued beeping like it had been since Andromeda. We hadn’t found a lost spaceship from squadron D28, nor a weapon from the void millenia. It was a capsule, a measly time capsule made from technology which supposedly wouldn’t be discovered for another few centuries. Depprie came running down the shore line, shouting. “They cut the fucking transmittors. It was a senate configuration, they settled it”. Although it shouldn’t, our abandonment on the deserted planet Cephiric domain made sense. I had read those sentences before, I had heard of the green God… Money... Like some kind of twisted revelation in a crime movie, we had been staged. Could a mere human have infiltrated a senate which got built several lifetimes after his supposed demise. And why now? The dimensional progression and a means of bargain? Not sure, but Money… money… One fact was certain, Cephiric domain was once a planet with civilisation, a world which prospered, which lived. And apparently, the same mistakes which happened in this wasteland is about to repeat itself in the modern galactic dystopia. 

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They looked up. “This is all that is left”?. They looked at each other in shock. This is the great earth. The earth that had sent them radio signals 100 million years ago. They thought they would meet a type 4 civilization. The goal was to learn and build a partnership with this intergalactic empire. Instead, they found ruins, remorse and a cry for help. Was greatness truly destined for failure?

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Despite all, the sun would rise on a sixth age planet. The earth is now covered with deserts, there was barely any food left. The problems were getting bigger, and the conflicts between countries were growing as well. Then world war three erupted. Our shields of money couldn’t withstand the destruction of our own atom bombs, and, after a century, our God failed us.

Time went by, although there was no unit of time anymore, because the humans weren’t there to keep it. The capsule survived. Together with the capsule had laid dried up tardigrades.They evolved. Species aroused. New life, new ecosystems and a new complex cycle of particles evoked. According to the preexisting human-beings IT would be called a fairytale. YOU COULD NOW SAY PIGS COULD FLY - if you’re a human?

-By Guro, Anna, Asta and Andrea.

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The end of humanity?
But those weren’t humanities last words. There were some survivors, scattered around the world. They were few in the numbers. Together, they were maybe a 100. All of them had just one question: am I the only one?

After a few months, most of the survivors died. But some managed to form small groups. They managed to get old technology working, managed to get a steady source of food and water and were steadily growing in their numbers. After a few decades, each group had a few hundred people. 

The time after this was a time of great wealth and prosperity. The factions grew, and alliances were formed. It looked like everyone was accepting each other. Even the Earth started recovering. But then they decided to reintroduce money. That’s when everything collapsed. The alliances shattered, wars were fought and  the world’s health dramatically decreased. In the end, the cities were empty, the fields were dead and all there was to hear was a dark silence.

But those weren’t humanities last words. There were some survivors, scattered around the world. They were few in the numbers. Together, they were maybe a 100. All of them had just one question: am I the only one?

After a few months, most of the survivors died. But some managed to form small groups. They managed to get old technology working, managed to get a steady source of food and water and were steadily growing in their numbers. After a few decades, each group had a few hundred people. 

The time after this was a time of great wealth and prosperity. The factions grew, and alliances were formed. It looked like everyone was accepting each other. Even the Earth started recovering. But then they decided to reintroduce money. That’s when everything collapsed. The alliances shattered, wars were fought and  the world’s health dramatically decreased. In the end, the cities were empty, the fields were dead and all there was to hear was a dark silence.

But those weren’t humanities last words. There were some survivors, scattered around the world. They were few in the numbers. Together, they were maybe a 100. All of them had just one question: am I the only one?

After a few months, most of the survivors died. But some managed to form small groups. They managed to get old technology working, managed to get a steady source of food and water and were steadily growing in their numbers. After a few decades, each group had a few hundred people. 

The time after this was a time of great wealth and prosperity. The factions grew, and alliances were formed. It looked like everyone was accepting each other. Even the Earth started recovering. But then they decided to reintroduce money. That’s when everything collapsed. The alliances shattered, wars were fought and  the world’s health dramatically decreased. In the end, the cities were empty, the fields were dead and all there was to hear was a dark silence.

But those weren’t humanities last words. There were some survivors, scattered around the world. They were few in the numbers. Together, they were maybe a 100. All of them had just one question: am I the only one?

After a few months, most of the survivors died. But some managed to form small groups. They managed to get old technology working, managed to get a steady source of food and water and were steadily growing in their numbers. After a few decades, each group had a few hundred people. 

The time after this was a time of great wealth and prosperity. The factions grew, and alliances were formed. It looked like everyone was accepting each other. Even the Earth started recovering. But then they decided to reintroduce money. That’s when everything collapsed. The alliances shattered, wars were fought and  the world’s health dramatically decreased. In the end, the cities were empty, the fields were dead and all there was to hear was a dark silence.

And this time, all the nasty humans died and the universe could finally live without them. 

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Marco, Sindre, Adina og Sunniva
6. We found a mysterious box, and it was filled with rectangle papers with different numbers on. In addition to this, it was another box. The box was silvery and looked divine.   Aliena grande came up with a good idea, to pray to the box.

7.
We did not know.
We scoured what was left of the planet, squeezing out every last resource we could find. Everyone left in search of something more. There was no more. I left my home with a large party. We didn't have the food to last, so we had to search. For days and days we wandered through brass columns and steel columns, low columns and high columns, columns that used to be our lives. For days and days  watched as the lives of everyone I knew were extinguished. I was alone.

My trip may have taken an hour or a year, but eventually I arrived at the temple. I saw the ornate steel cylinder that we designed our columns after. It was as tall as any of us, and yet a child could lift it. We replicated the design as best we could, to build our homes and our workplaces. The brilliant architecture seemed so ingenious at the time, but later it seemed like a curse, a prelude to the doom we would make ourselves. In a blind rage I slammed the cylinder with all my might, and set it flying across the room.

As it struck the floor it opened at the center. I thought I had broken it, but the cut was so clean. I noticed that it was hollow inside, with locks at the opening, and inside there was a small note, and as I read it I understood what the box was. I am writing this on the other side of the paper, out of food, water, and energy. My only thought is that this could have been prevented, even from when we first found it.

Pray for us, who once, too, too, thought we could fly.

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Hinata shoyo fought desperately against the forces of Shiratorizawa (which in this case is a foreign name for money). They were at math point 199993982 to 199993981. One more point, and they would win the match. Shiritoizawa had been the ones leading the match throughout the centuries. Now, Karasuno finally had the lead. It was Kageyama's turn to serve. He had become way better. His serves moved at the speed of light, however the receivers at the other side were used to it (Goku came 500 points ago, and taught everyone to use ki to move at the speed of light). The Libero bumped the ball up straight to the setter who once again sent it to their ace. He brought the ball down at a speed even greater than light. The power was that of a nuclear bomb. If it hit the ground the impact would kill them all. They had to keep playing. Hinata jumped for the ball. His receiving was incredible. Throughout the match, he had improved tremendously. Now, he was the greatest player he had ever seen. He bumped it cleanly up to kageyama. His trusted setter. While the ball was going up, he ran back to the back line. He was going to do a back attack! He did not call for the ball. Throughout the match the team had developed telepathic communication with each other. Distance acquired! He ran and jumped. His trusty jump that had always been with him. He rose, 5 meters. Just starting, 10 meters. He could still go. 50 meters. starting to feel his feet above the ground. He kept rising. The block was still going. 500 meters. He could feel his acent slowing. The blockers were also slowing. 600 meters. The block had reached its top. Hinata could see it. He readied his swing. Aimed at the hands of the blockers. He was around 1 meter over the block. He could bring it down above the block, But the receivers would receive it. And while he was falling down, there would only be five members on their side of the court. He swung. He swung with all his might. The pain of losing his family. Seeing life on earth wither before him. They were the only humans left on earth. He knew that this match had to end, so that they could finally rest. He went for the block out. He aimed the ball straight at Tendos fingertips. He could feel the ball leave his hand. The ball left a painful sting in his palm. The feeling he lived for. The ball hit its mark. Tendo let out a screech, as the ball had blown his hands off. Hinata could see the blood, however it did not bother him. The ball had not lost power upon impact. It came crashing down. He could see shiratorizawa defenders scrambling to get in position. They dove for the ball. However, this time the libero could not bump it. He stretched out his fingers, barely slowing the impact of the ball.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ball hit the ground. Hinata could see it long before the sound. THe blinding light of the bomb. He had hit it harder than ever. They were used to points ending in nuclear explosions. However, this. This was different. The explosions was more reminiscent of a dying galaxy. No, the explosion rivaled the big bang. Hinata saw the earth crumbling under him, as he slowly descended.. He saw hia peers being erased from existence. Its likely that the known universe disappeared. All because of that scroll. The one they found on a foreign planet. The one that taught them how to fly. He fell into that void, finally getting a rest.

BEFORE THE NEXT MATCH AGAINST NEKOMA NEXT WEEK. STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Laget av Jakob Fernø

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Pray for us, who once, too, thought we could fly. Who destroyed the world and ignored the red flags. The ones who let greed be the agenda behind everything and give into the temptation of power and money. Even the most sincere and sweetest moments could never be the same. It was not the same. There was no time for such, only for money and the slightest speck of power.

And we pray for you, in hopes of you avoiding our fate.

Brede, Bettina and Anna

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The intergalactic species known as peepeepoopoo found a white pill-like capsule in the middle of a desert. Inside the small capsule they found a video of an ape dancing a dance called “WAP”. By the pill-like capsule there was also this note. They threw out the note and started learning the “WAP”. Before dawn some of the aliens got skilled at the now holy dance.

The aliens start the holy ritual to revive the human species. Many moons pass as the peepeepoopoos dance the holy dance. Humans start rising from their graves and once again they grace the earth. Once again humans can dance the tiktok dances and play fortnite. Thank the gods!

Aliens and humans now live in peace together as they WAP into the sunset. 

But then, suddenly, the monke appears. The peepeepoopoos have been bamboozled by the monke’s arrival. Their wisdom is beyond their comprehension. Soon they were all hypnotized by the seemingly magic word “go back become monke!”.

The humans evolve to yet again become monke. The peepeepoopoos start screaming and singing Despacito. They fight the monke invasion with all their powers, but even all the might of the peepeepoopoo is not enough to withstand the wisdom of the monke. One monke uncontrollable begins to sing the WAP and soon evolves back to become human. Soon the others followed suit and so the monke was defeated. Now, yet again the humans and peepeepoopoo can WAP into the sunset.



-- The End --

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The tough days and sore knees kept us wondering and searching for the way to fly once again. Prayers that lasted eternities were losing meaning. Desserts were starting to diminish and dismantle shortly. While the long darkness filled the world sky with black rubble that scratched our eyes and stopped our breaths, the world was truly doomed. But luckily the one sparkle of light brought us a fortune, a new chance, a way to repay our sins and misbehavior. The second coming of CHRIST blessed us with his presence and presents. Poring us wine and giving us bread even the Muslims accepted him as their true prophet, lord and savior. His name was Lavrans

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Time capsule found on the Dead Planet - Beatriz

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Time capsule found on the Dead Planet - Beatriz

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1. In the first age, we created gods. We carved them out of wood; there was still such a thing as wood, then. We forged them from shining metals and painted them on temple walls. They were gods of many kinds, and goddesses as well. Sometimes they were cruel and drank our blood, but also they gave us rain and sunshine, favourable winds, good harvests, fertile animals, many children. A million birds flew over us then, a million fish swam in our seas.

Our gods had horns on their heads, or moons, or sealy fins, or the beaks of eagles. We called them All-Knowing, we called them Shining One. We knew we were not orphans. We smelled the earth and rolled in it; its juices ran down our chins.

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2. In the second age we created money. This money was also made of shining metals. It had two faces: on one side was a severed head, that of a king or some other noteworthy person, on the other face was something else, something that would give us comfort: a bird, a fish, a fur-bearing animal. This was all that remained of our former gods. The money was small in size, and each of us would carry some of it with him every day, as close to the skin as possible. We could not eat this money, wear it or burn it for warmth; but as if by magic it could be changed into such things. The money was mysterious, and we were in awe of it. If you had enough of it, it was said, you would be able to fly.

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3. In the third age, money became a god. It was all-powerful, and out of control. It began to talk. It began to create on its own. It created feasts and famines, songs of joy, lamentations. It created greed and hunger, which were its two faces. Towers of glass rose at its name, were destroyed and rose again. It began to eat things. It ate whole forests, croplands and the lives of children. It ate armies, ships and cities. No one could stop it. To have it was a sign of grace.

4. In the fourth age we created deserts. Our deserts were of several kinds, but they had one thing in common: nothing grew there. Some were made of cement, some were made of various poisons, some of baked earth. We made these deserts from the desire for more money and from despair at the lack of it. Wars, plagues and famines visited us, but we did not stop in our industrious creation of deserts. At last all wells were poisoned, all rivers ran with filth, all seas were dead; there was no land left to grow food.

Some of our wise men turned to the contemplation of deserts. A stone in the sand in the setting sun could be very beautiful, they said. Deserts were tidy, because there were no weeds in them, nothing that crawled. Stay in the desert long enough, and you could apprehend the absolute. The number zero was holy.

5. You who have come here from some distant world, to this dry lakeshore and this cairn, and to this cylinder of brass, in which on the last day of all our recorded days I place our final words:

Pray for us, who once, too, thought we could fly.

6.  In the sixth age everything turned. Our God’s heard us. Life was coming to this dead planet. Our trees, leaves, birds, and our children came back. Sun hitting our lakes, green grass, all the colours are here. We learned, we are no longer in darkness. We are thankful.

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I've finished the capsule. I am lowering it into the bunker now. I can hear the sirens screeching like chalk against a blackboard. Now is our time. We came so far, but are yet so far away from freedom. Greed is the cause of this. Greed destroyed our hopes and dreams and now, we will pay for our sins. "God is dead and we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murders of all murders." May our
descendant do better then us.
Sebastian, Daniel, Thomas