Disenchantingly, the voracious craze for oil & gas having yet subsided, the forlorn day melancholically came when planet Earth had no more oil.
Level heads had pleaded for centuries to smoothly facilitate a transition plan, but inherent greed and inestimable faith in the status quo were insurmountable.
Cultures had begun to rely on AI to make their decisions for them, and it had not foreseen the inevitable scarcity nor uttered warnings about its hardships.
It was highly relied upon as billions of people asked it relevant questions, and followed its advice with openminded standing throughout the complexities of daily life.
Without oil there was no AI and people had to think once again, the grand overbearing gloomy imposition leading to madness in the most domesticated.
The well-off had found subjective ways to creatively preserve their way of life, individually cut off from communities at large they made their way far off in the country.
Seeing their chance, the most ambitious of the disenfranchised raised their voices.
And exclaimed in heartfelt crescendo.
Their visionary ideas for a sustainable future.
Time and care is articulated taken to passionately construct the alternative speeches, opposing ideologies steadfastly interwoven within their stately verbose orthodoxies.
The lofty presentation of high-minded ideals makes an impact amongst the faithful, and seems to be winning the derelict day before it's exoterically confronted.
The here and now, the stresses of the moment the discovery of food for winter impressing, many people in its vigorous plea to indefinitely champion wants and needs.
It is a film I suppose, so what can be done when another group militaristically imposes, its brutal discipline and absolutist fervour throughout the helpless indoctrinated lands.
Unity of ideals and spirit still thriving.
In a mad doomsday Shakespearian scenario.
With a steady focus on a struggling family.
Loved the bear strolling through the woods in the end.
