"Right, so basically it's a furniture store" (whatever that is in sweedish"
Silence.
"But it's all laid out like hundreds of little houses, and customers have to follow his winding arrow road to get round the whole shop"
Silence.
And you have to mark down the number of what you want... Then find it in a gigantic warehouse underneath the store"
Silence.
"Except, and this is where it gets interesting, there's like.... Meatballs as well"
At which point of course the entire boardroom erupted in raucous applause... Oh the genius.
To be honest it sounds like the sort of thing one might come up with at that certain point of drunkeness.
Looking around me I wondered what these millennia of advancements of human civilisation had accomplished, but I have not lost my faith inhumanity, quite the opposite. What a wonderful world where we do not all concentrate on our oncoming demise but rather go out and buy a flat pack chest of drawers.
3014, the world we know is dead, like the people of Pompeii our civilisation lies in ruins, cities turned to rumble or burried under laters of ash from nuclear explosions. A single man digs into the scorched earth with a primitive looking shovel.... A flash of yellow.... Then of blue
"Hey guys" he'll say in whatever universal language has been adopted, he squints as he brushes away the dust "I" he reads out loud. "I..... Think it's a letter.. TELL PETER WE'VE FOUND SOMETHING!!"
Whole teams of men are rounded up and after weeks of digging a whole frighteningly yellow word appears "IKEA".
Further months of digging reveals whole colonies of people seemingly hudled around structures of charcoled kitchen cabinets, pint sized beds and strangely large shopping trolleys.
And even more oddly, this giant cuboid of a garish blue building encloses preserved families, crystallised forks midair and at the end of those forks.... "Peter it's so weird, we have so much to learn about who we were, I mean what are they all doing in that ... Box?!? It's much more complicated that I ever could have imagined"
Peter looks bored
"They were all eating what looks like fossilised .... Meatballs !!"
At this Peter sits back in his chair, all those years in the future, he shakes his head, takes off his glasses... "Meatballs ?!?" He mutters
"That's genius"
This is what I imagine as I watch legging clad limbs, we cannot choose how we will be remembered, as an individual or as a people, but I ,for one, hope against all hope that's it's for meatballs.
Thanks for reading
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