Continental pendulum according to Bushkov

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Much is learned by comparison. The continental pendulum according to Bushkov on Dimerei, if it cannot change your estimate of the frequency of catastrophes on Earth, will make you think.

Humanity will keep in memory the details of the age-old catastrophe. In the presence of the technosphere, even more so. But what is more than two hundred years old is inevitably overgrown with myths.

It can be assumed that myths about the past and the present, with the development of the info network, will diminish in their influence on society. But rather the opposite. Even the creators of myths can themselves be retracted - a society can be more malleable than an individual, but also more influential.

Human memory is blissfully silent under the pressure of the desire to live carefree and without anxiety.

It seems that the memocode was talking about the writer's fantasy of Alexander Bushkov, showing the determination of humanity by a global natural factor - the pendulum of continents. I found this passage and invite you to read it.

@ …But there was a discrepancy with the approaching catastrophe. On Dimerei, unlike Talar, Darkness descended regularly - about once every five hundred years. And it represented the following: after a series of crushing earthquakes, tectonic shifts and fractures of the earth's crust, starting in the center of the continent and diverging in concentric waves to the coast, Atar sank into the ocean abyss. Entirely. Completely. To the very top. Like Atlantis. Those of the people who prepared, went on ships to the ocean, those who did not have time … well, here you understand …

But further - more: while the Atar collapses and sinks, on the diametrically opposite side of Dimerea, to the accompaniment of no less cataclysms, another continent begins to emerge - Gramatar. All those who managed to equip ships and go out into the ocean before the disaster set off on a long voyage across half the planet. To a new land, to a new homeland. And those of them who swim will begin to revive civilization anew.

And five hundred years later, the situation repeats itself exactly the opposite: Gramatar drowns, Atar rises from the ocean … And so every half millennium. Every now and again. There - here. Pendulum. A vicious circle …

Five hundred and twenty-four years have passed since the last arrival of humans on Atar. And, judging by the numerous signs, the next disaster will begin almost from day to day …

“And… what do you intend to do? - asked Svarog when the baron fell silent.

- What can you do? Kart shrugged. - I am not a fatalist, but what can you do, Count ?! In developed countries, those who at the beginning of the cycle were lucky enough to seize the coastal areas, with might and main, as far as I know, they build ships, develop evacuation plans, stock up on something that may be needed during the Exodus … Everyone, of course, will not be saved, but after all there is a chance.

- And you?

“We have…” the baron grinned wryly. - In Gaedaro, dear count, it is believed by the highest princely command that there is no Darkness, that rumors of an approaching global catastrophe are the intrigues of Nur and other neighboring states, designed to sow panic and confusion among well-meaning citizens.

- And what, the inhabitants do not see, do not understand …

“Gaedaro is a small and poor principality, Count. Did you want to take a look at the map of Dimerea? Excuse me.

- Such things … - The Baron suddenly smiled sadly. “You should, Count, should have appeared not in poor Gaedaro, but here,” he pointed to an island in the bay on the midday part of Atar. - This is Hydernia. The most developed state. A huge fleet, technologies that have survived from the times of the last Exodus - the Guydernians are already ready … And all because five hundred years ago, during the Exodus from Gramatar, they got the island here. They did not participate in wars for coastal and rich territories, they did not have civil wars, division of power, turmoil, decline. They simply landed on the island, instantly deployed border troops and fenced off from the rest of the world for five hundred years. And I will not be surprised if they get the tidbit even on Gramatar: after all, whoever arrives first on a new continent will take the best lands …

- Yes, - Svarog said in a lost voice, - you painted me a sad picture, Baron … I, of course, am not a politician and it is not for me to judge your affairs … But what did you think at least a hundred years ago? When it was still possible to organize something, prepare somehow …

“A hundred years ago, no one thought of a catastrophe, Count,” Kart replied casually. - Since the beginning of the cycle, more than one generation has changed, the horrors of the Exodus have been forgotten. People, you know, for the most part are inert creatures. What if there will be no new onset of Darkness? What if this time will blow? What if Darkness is just an ancient myth? Five hundred years is still a long time for human memory.

“Well, yes,” thought Svarog. - Until the roast cock bites … @.