The military marched by, not neccesarrily proud, but in a somewhat straight line. The Commander watched grimly, remembering a time when people were good at their jobs.
In the far territories people protested unaware of most things they were trying to achieve, but with a nagging sense of right versus wrong. The news media was long gone, a corporate monopoly owned by five people and all sending on signals no one even used anymore. The country was desperate grasping at any semblance of its former self as it reached a peak anniversary. And the few other countries left in the shambles decided now would be a good time to reignite thousand year hatreds.

All of this while humanity burned the planet, leaving nothing left but scraps for future generations to fight over. It’s a wonder anyone was left after the fall. And yet here they were, holding onto grudges based on nothing but fear of things they didn’t understand.