Phoenix Apocalypse

 The sun has started to rise over the eerie sky. The year is 2984. And the moon has started a war against the earth. About 60 Years ago we created colonies and cities on the moon and they have started rebelling against our control. But before I get ahead of myself. My name is John Gromes, I'm 27 and a electric farmer from outside the old Phoenix, Arizona. I have 2700 Acres of land that I use to create electricity for most of LA and San Francisco.

    With my contract I have built an underground house where I store energy and live and today is a day I'm glad I have. With the moon war going on a lot of major cities and important locations have been bombed including San Francisco and LA.  The bombs have fallen on part of my 2700 Acre Electric farm but I have stored enough energy for about the next 10 years  or so. The last bombing from the moon took out a few dozen solar panels and while I got enough charged cells to last me to my late thirties, I still need to go out and check the underground service tunnels, a lot of us live underground nowadays as you probably are also underground reading this. I hope you're not in San Fran or LA tho, moonies are bug nuts crazy. They never fully understood the whole do it yourself aspect and when the supplies were cut by the government, they got antsy, despite the moon being 40% terraformed already and the dome have artificial creature comforts such as regular gravity and water. I visited the moon as a boy, I thought it was cool, there used to be an amusement park which now is an industrial conference and hydroponics dome. Playing in the one sixth gravity was a blast and nostalgia, well I don't have time for it much. Some of the tunnels leading through the electric farms underground wiring have collapsed and while I can replace the panels, excavating needs to be done by hand due to the high voltage wires and hidden batteries in the dirt. I lost a dozen panels and 23 batteries and wires are in the dirt so for the next few weeks I'll be down here acting like an archaeologist and digging out the treasure that keeps the remaining above grounders illuminated, cooking and whatever else they use their power for.

     I inherited this farm and ran it since my parents were killed when I was nineteen. I go to the city once a month for supplies thought it's a frustrating business of getting there to find the grocery store is flattened and the next one doesn't accept barter or credits and demands cold hard gold or precious metals. I still use credit. Moonies use credit too, have a few friends on the moon, which is as crowded as Earth and the government's been trying to immanent domain my land for a while to build settlement camps cause the world is not big enough for all of us, moonies are also cramped and touching elbows but they have a plan I think isn't such a bad one, and if maybe Terrans adopted an immigration policy we'd not be flooded with intergalactic refugees, now granted, I ain't got nothing against the other species, but there's just not enough room and the moon keeps bombing settlements even so refugees are desperate for a squat, I let several families camp on my land in return for labor but excavation and the secret of how many stored batteries I have is going to be my secret. If Earth likewise only allowed those with certain skills or levels of intellect to live here, we might be as well-off as the moon tho we scream the moon is racist, it has just as many aliens in residence as it has humans and they coexist a whole helluva lot better up there while bumping elbows all the damn time. But we're Earth and it's a free for all down here for hardscrabble space. History records teach us is it like the great Western Migration of the USA and manifest destiny and all, but for 20 feet of a highrise apartment recently vacated by an old lady instead of 40 acres and a mule.