Eden, Dawn Page 74

  * As a matter of interest, a movie remake of both The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings was apparently scheduled to coincide with the centenary of The Hobbit’s 1937 publication. It was billed as a distraction to the looming Oil War, but was probably an attempt to revive a withering movie industry—or so my Dad had said. Whatever the motive was; it never happened. The effects of global war brought the entertainment world to a grinding halt in the mid 2030s, along with life as mankind knew it. I was born on 2nd March 2041, at a time when the war was stuttering to an end, but the devastation to mankind and the planet’s resources was total. It goes without saying that no one won World War III. Nations turned on their allies, and eventually nations turned on themselves. And of course, during my first year of coughing on Earth’s air, patient zero was diagnosed with The Plague.

  (Okay, that was a rather depressing flashback! I’ll try to stick to facts about Eden from now on).

  ENTRY 5: WHY BOTHER?

  Victor was killed yesterday. I found him dead in his tree. The tell-tale puncture hole in his chest. Murdered. By them.

  I can’t see the point in writing these notes anymore. I don’t see the point of doing anything anymore…