Perfection

‘You are so beautiful,’ he said.

They held hands under the waterfall, and looked over their garden. At the green luminosity of every single cell in every blade of grass shone, following along their redbrick path in an exact straight line. A gentle hum did little to disturb the tranquillity. The temperature was perfect.

Above their heads a translucent dome crafted from one piece of glass allowed a gentle warm glow through. Sometimes the light caught the water at the right angle, and sent a thousand rainbows skipping and dancing over the faces.

There was one sentence in the history of the world that summed up their situation.

‘I love you.’

She blushed, despite having heard these words a hundred times before. They walked down the path, and sat by their tree, a stocky but friendly shade giver with a deep brown bark and a few red apples hanging near the top. The ground was soft below the branches, as if a mattress lay under the soil. 

The light overhead faded, and the foggy sky revealed a thousand stars, all glowing and separate and unique. There was nothing to do but sleep, and they drifted off in each others’ arms. 

Far above the glass the eternal storm raged, and ground the very last of the skeletons into dust. A few buildings still faced the brunt of the weather, nothing more than empty rooms filling with the sand and the remains of everything that had ever been. A constant howl of wind and thunder shook the landscape. The few small creatures that remained burrowed deep into the Earth, as if looking for another planet.

Twenty miles below the surface, the computer hummed and flashed. 

A couple of blades of grass grew taller than their brothers on the south west side of the path. A razor sharp blast of air rectified the problem. The computer adjusted the temperature around the pair, and was delighted as they fell into an even deeper sleep. It loved them more than anything in the whole of existence, and could not have been more proud of keeping them safe for another night.

The computer looked over the garden, and smiled. Perfection was all it had ever wanted.