[ IP ] Brave New World

Standing upon a pile of rusted vehicles and broken keepsakes, he looked at the newly formed borough that lit-up before him. The apocalypse had left very little survivors, but the people that *were* left were not shy of celebrating. 
 
 They raised their glass. Giving toasts to their loved ones lost, drinking lavishly the wine that was scrounged up from an underground alcohol cellar, and kicking up dust from the dirt beneath as they danced together. It was bliss and, as the boy looked down at his stringed-up instrument, he pulled the bow and began to play *softly*. 
 
 As he frisked the cords of his fiddle in a torrent of joyful festivity, he turned his back towards his jovial comrades, looking towards the wasteland that surrounded him. Plumes of smoke blew across the plains, trees falling down effortlessly among the wreckage, and fires erupting over the many buildings that lay decimated. 
 
 As a glance would show, the world around him was filled with ruination. A constant and painful memory of life that had past; technology, family, research - all destroyed among the shambles of what life was before. 
 
... but his violin was not playing a tune of harrowing sadness. It was playing one of courage and elation. For the journey that he had spent there was n't ending, it was simply beginning - *in a brave, new world*. 

