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IMMEDIATE EVENTS THAT COULD TAKE PLACE AFTER PUBLIC
REALIZATION OF THE DOOMS DAY (As illustrated by Alex Scarrow):
The Tengiz refineries hit, Hormuz blocked, pan-Arabian unrest triggered by an
attack on something like the Kabah - all these events within twenty-four hours of
each other. Exactly as described.
No. No trains, no coaches. It looks like theyve stopped everything.
And the airports, added the man standing next to her. Thereve been security
alerts everywhere, it seems. There were tanks rolling up outside Heathrow I
heard.
The next few weeks were going to be truly apocalyptic. A young girl like Alison,
with no advance knowledge of what was coming, unprepared, no stocks of food,
or water . . . reduced to living like a cave-dweller and at the mercy of a very
brutal form of Darwinism? Shed not have lasted long. She almost certainly wouldhave been one of those who failed to make it out the other side.
itll catch everyone by surprise, no one will know whats happened until all of a
sudden there are soldiers stationed around every petrol station and food shop
. . . you dont want to be the last person to react to this . . .
During the night most of the Cassandra recommendations had been discreetly
put into action. Internal travel arteries had been locked down. and all airports,
sea ports and rail stations had been successfully closed. Throughout the morning
the process of blocking the main motorways had begun. Each blockageexplained as either a severe traffic accident, or some truck losing its load across
all four lanes.
Most of the main oil storage depots had, by now, been garrisoned with soldiers.
The oil out there in the wider distribution system; the tankers, the bigger petrol
stations - all of them would need to be requisitioned at some point, but that was
a very visible process, and could only be done at the last possible moment.
The trick here was going to be not to spook the general population. Malcolms
advice had been that they had to keep them doing whatever they normally do,
for as long as possible. That was his job, the Prime Ministers job, to keepeveryone happy and calm for as long as he could. Malcolm had wryly quipped
that Charles role now was to be nothing more than the string quartet on the
promenade deck of the Titanic. Just keep them happy with your reassuring smile,
and words of encouragement.
They had to get their hands on as much of the oil and food as was spread out
there in warehouses and oil terminals.
As they entered the tinned goods aisle, Leona was aware that it was noticeably
busier than the other areas in the supermarket they had walked through; half-a-
dozen shoppers, like herself, warily eyeing each other up, whilst filling theirtrolleys with canned goods. As she, Dan and Jacob wheeled their trolleys down
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towards them, there was a moment of shared communication, eyes meeting, and
barely perceptible nods of acknowledgement.
controlled distribution, Petrol rationing
Wheeling the trolleys out across the supermarket car-park towards Daniels van,Leona noticed the first of many, many cars turning into the parking area from the
high street. One after another, a steady procession, stopped only when a
pedestrian light further up the street turned red.
Prime Ministers Speech: I am asking all of you to work together with me. We are
going to need to ration the food we have, restrict the sale of petrol and diesel to
key personnel, in short, pull together, like we did once before, sixty years ago
during the Second World War.
She surveyed the car-park. Whereas thirty minutes ago it was half full, now it
was jam-packed, with cars, and people on foot, flooding in. She could see severalminor altercations occurring in different places, as people squabbled over
shopping trolleys, or jostled in the entrance to get inside against the flow of
shoppers coming out.
Jacob leaned through the front seats. Leona, he said, is the world going to
end? No, dont be silly Jake, she replied, but things are going to be a little
difficult for a while.
It looks like were going to be totally screwed. He said theyre going to ration
petrol and everything else.
Somebody on the telly was saying we could all be starving by the end of the
week.
But now here he was on the rooftop or balcony of some building looking down on
a street thick with black smoke from a burning car, and people running
erratically. His usually well-groomed appearance, the smartly side-parted hair,
the navy-blue suit and tie had been replaced with the look of someone who had
been roused from sleep after an all-night vigil.
Law and order has apparently vanished from the streets of this country in the
last six hours, since the Prime Ministers disastrous lunchtime press conference.Amongst the chaos down there, below us, we have distinctly heard the sound of
gunfire several times in the last few minutes, the reporter continued, gazing
down on the smoky scene below.
There have been unconfirmed reports of military personnel guarding key
locations, using live rounds on civilians. There have been hundreds of eye-
witness reports describing fights over food, killings in many cases. This is a truly
horrifying scenario, Sean, being played out on every street in every major town
and city in the country . . .
Reports have been coming in from foreign correspondents throughout theafternoon. A similar pattern of events seems to be occurring in many other
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countries. In Paris, unrest that started in the suburb of Clichy-sous-Bois, has
spread across the city, with many buildings now on fire, and reports of many
hundreds of deaths amongst the rioters. In New York, the announcement of a
city-wide emergency food rationing ordinance was met with demonstrations on
the streets that quickly escalated to a full-scale riot.
The amber-hued streetlights outside along the avenue, which had only minutes
ago flickered on, went out.
Jenny had seen things in the last few hours that she never imagined she would
see in a country like this; a civilized, prosperous country, with the exception of
the odd gang of youths on the roughest of estates, it was a place where one
largely felt safe.
Andys warning, his advance warning . . . the one they should have heeded a
little earlier than this, had sort of paid off, kind of. Of course, if shed listened to
him four or five years ago, theyd be living in some secluded valley in Wales,with an established vegetable garden, a water well, some chickens maybe, a
generator and a turbine.
An empty motorway. Such a strange and unsettling sight, she decided. At least,
it was in this country. An empty motorway with weeds pushing up between the
cracks in the tarmac - that was one of those iconic images of a long-dead
society, a post-apocalyptic world. Well, they were halfway there, the weeds
would come soon enough.
thoughts and worries, but also aware of how strangely silent it was. No planes,
no distant rumble of traffic, nothing at all on the motorway, not even military
traffic, something Jenny had thought they might see a lot of.
Reduce population migration from the cities. It was the first step in disaster
management - you have to control the movement of people as quickly as
possible.
Look, said Jenny, weve been walking since yesterday lunchtime. Were thirsty
and hungry. Weve got money. We just wanted to buy a bottle or two of water,
and maybe a few sandwiches. The man shook his head disdainfully. Money?
Money doesnt mean anything right now.
. . . burning across the city. It looks like Beirut, or no, more like Baghdad the day
after the fall of Saddams regime. Ive never seen anything like this in Britain, the
riots last night, the total lawlessness. I have heard there were isolated areas of
order, and in some smaller towns weve heard the fire service was still
functioning, and the police were seen, although largely unable to intervene.
There has been no further comment from the Prime Minister or any senior
government representatives.
On either side, every shop window was gone, and the goods spilled out on to the
street; washing machines, TVs, clothes, newspapers and magazines, spreadacross from pavement to pavement. It seemed most of the damage and mess
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was focused around the many grocers, Halal mini-markets and takeaways. A
hundred yards down, she could see the pale squat block that was the police
station for Shepherds Bush.
It was so eerily quiet. She looked back out at the street through the double doors
they came in through. Uxbridge Road should have been humming with traffic,the pavements thick with pedestrians and groceries, fruit n veg, laid out on
benches and tables, alongside cheap mobile phone covers and dodgy SIM cards.
But instead it was like some western ghost-town. She half expected tumbleweed
to come rolling past.
Most of the shop windows were gone along this road as well. He was surprised at
how little it had taken to rip apart the veneer of law and order; at least within
central London. No one was starving yet, probably not even hungry. But the
mere mention of food rationing by that moronic Prime Minister had driven them
all into a state of panic, further exacerbated by the hysterical way the media had
responded and then the nationwide power-out last night - sudden, without any
warning.
You know I cant imagine a world without electricity . . . power. Theres so many
things we take for granted, arent there? Losing it for a few days like this . . . and
look at us. He smiled. Living like cavemen.
He said oil was like the twentieth-century version of the Roman slave economy.
Weve grown used to having it. It does everything for us. It makes power, its
used to fertilise crops, in pesticides, to make medicines, every kind of plastic . . .
basically we use oil in absolutely everything.
Look at them, look at us, everyone in fact . . . weve just had our slaves taken
away from us. Were all like those pampered aristocrats after the French
Revolution, seeking refuge without their servants to tend them, incapable even
of tying their own shoelaces.
Yeah? Who here knows how to do the basic things to survive? How to grow their
own food? Plan an allotment to provide enough sustenance all year round? How
to locate drinkable water? How to sterilise a small cut so it doesnt become
infected? How to make a loaf of bread?
I suppose, when the rules go, no matter which country you live in, were all the
same. Were just a few square meals, a power-cut, a sip of water away from
doing things we never dreamed we would, from being a bunch of cavemen.
This whole situation was like some post-apocalyptic scenario; the glimmering
firelight from the bonfire, the debris and detritus strewn across the tarmac, the
flickering torchlight and the frantically scrabbling crowd inside the building, the
noise, the chaos.
Jenny looked around. He was right. She could abandon the car somewhere on the
hard shoulder, leave the motorway and walk in. The soldiers might have blockedall the roads, but of course London was a porous urban spread not just accessible
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by roads - there were cycle lanes, paths, kerbs, alleyways, unused scraps of
rubbish-encrusted ground.
And how long would that state of affairs last? His best guess was a month,
perhaps two. Thats how long it might take to repair the damaged oil
infrastructure; the sabotaged refineries, the blown pipelines. And it might besome time after that before commercial freight ships and aeroplanes were flying
once more, loaded up with oranges from South Africa, lamb from New Zealand,
Brussels sprouts from Romania.
Its running out, you know? he said. Theres a lot less of it than people think . . .
oil. Yes, a lot less than the publicly stated reserves. They decided there were
simply too many of us all expecting our oil-rich luxuries, all expecting our big
cars, big homes, and an endless supply of power and oil to feed them. It wasnt
going to last for much longer. They knew that fact long before anyone else. And
they knew that there were going to be wars, horrific wars, most probably with a
few nukes being thrown around . . . for the last of that oil. And you dont want
that - nukes being thrown around. They knew economic necessity, oil-hunger,
would drive us to destroy ourselves. And I suppose you can see it from their
point of view, after struggling so hard for . . . well, one could say, since the
Middle Ages, they didnt want to see it all thrown away.
Everything, I mean, everything - all starting with two passenger jets crashing
into New York - everything since then, my friend, has been about one thing;
getting the world ready for this . . . the culling.
Afterwards:
Normal people with jobs and mortgages (back before the collapse), but with this
other parallel life, attempting to revive, to learn the everyday skills of a time long
before we had oil doing everything for us. Very different people, unlike any Ive
met before; they had already mastered so many of those skills of survival, the
basics like . . . how to make soap, how to make bread from grain. You know? The
simple things. And theres so much to do, were kept busy, which is just as well.
Just after the first week, it looked like a recovery might be on the cards. Oil lines
were being fixed and a trickle of oil was getting through. But things were too
broken, too messed up.
In the months that followed, there was a worrying time . . . there was a limited
war between China, India and Russia over the Tengiz oilfields. It started with
tanks and infantry, and escalated to a few nuclear bombs. Then very quickly it
blew itself out. Perhaps some sanity broke out at the last moment, or perhaps
their troops decided to stop fighting. Or maybe they simply ran out of the oil they
needed to continue fighting.
Were being kept very busy right now, as I was saying. Theres a lot to do, crops
to grow, tend, cultivate or pick. Were digging a well, down to the clean water-
table below us, and we have animals that need looking after. Jakes landed themain role as chicken tender; feeding them, collecting the eggs. When hes a little
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older, hell also have to cope with killing them on occasion, plucking them,
gutting them.
Anyway, were alive, and my kids will mend eventually. And things will eventually
knit themselves back together again. All those empty cities, full of burned-out
homes, and looted shops . . . one day people will migrate back to them. When itall eventually comes back together again, I think its going to be very different.
Just like all those other ages; the Stone Age, the Bronze Age, the Steam Age . . .
its been and gone. Hopefully what replaces it will be a world less greedy, less
obsessed with having things; trinkets and baubles, gadgets and bling.
I wonder what my childrens children will make of the weathered and faded mail
order catalogues theyll undoubtedly come across, everything lavishly powered
by electricity; giant American-style fridge freezers, those extravagant patio
heaters, electric sonic-pulse hi-spin toothbrushes, automatic can-openers. God,
did we really get that lazy?
Authors Note
Last Light started out four years ago as a result of my stumbling across a phrase
being repeated over and over by two posters for a forum. They were hotly
debating a geological issue and this phrase kept cropping up: Peak Oil. Being
capitalised like that suggested that this was some sort of technical term in
common use by those in the know. Curious, I Googled it. And so, to indulge in an
appalling clich, a journey of discovery followed. Out there in internet-land are
hundreds, perhaps thousands, of websites devoted to Peak Oil. I should perhaps
explain what the term means before going any further. Simply put, it refers to
the point at which all the easy-to-extract oil has been sucked out of the ground
leaving only the really hard to get to, very expensive to refine, stuff. Now, there
is a great deal of debate amongst geologists and petro-industry experts about
how much oil there is left in the ground. It ranges from either a doom n gloom
scenario that weve already peaked and its rapidly running out, to a naively
optimistic view that we have another fifty or sixty years of untapped oil. Im not
going to make a call on that debate here. But what no one disagrees on is how
utterly reliant we are on the stuff. If youre reading this, having read the book,
you dont need me to reiterate here the warnings Andy offered his family. The
fact is, with globalism having run its course, the world is now inextricably linked
as one large, interlocked set of dependencies; we get our sausages from this far
flung country, our trainers from that far flung country, our plasma TVs from yet
another far flung country . . . and so on. Whether were about to run out of oil, orwhether the world is approaching a clash of religious ideologies or an economic -
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possibly military - showdown between the new economic superpowers and the
old; whether the worlds climate is on the cusp of a dramatic change that could
imperil billions and lead to mass migration; whichever one of these scenarios lies
ahead of us, to be so completely dependent - as we are here in the UK - on
produce grown, packaged and manufactured on the other side of the world . . .
well, thats simply asking for trouble. Last Light is the book Ive wanted to, no,needed to write since . . . well, since 9/11. Its not really a book about Peak Oil -
that was merely the starting point for me. No, its a book about how lazy and
vulnerable weve allowed ourselves to become. How reliant on the system we
are. How little responsibility we are prepared to take for our actions, for
ourselves, for our children. Somewhere along the way, in the last two or three
decades, we broke this society of ours; whether it was during Blairs tenure of
power, or Thatchers, Im not sure. But somehow it got broken. And here we are,
the ghastly events of 7/7; the increasing prevalence of gang related gun crime in
London; legions of disaffected kids packing blades to go to school; a media that
night and day pumps out the message - screw everyone else, just get whatsyours; reality TV that celebrates effortless transitory fame over something as old-
fashioned as achievement; corporations that rip off their employees pension
funds; a Prime Minister deceiving us into entering an ill-conceived war; and
politicians of all flavours putting themselves and their benefits first. All these
things, I suspect, are the visible hairline cracks of our broken society that hint at
the deeper, very dangerous, fault lines beneath. And all itll take is some event,
some catalyst, for the whole thing to come tumbling down. Damn . . . this has
turned into something of a rant, hasnt it? That wasnt my intention. Ah well sod
it, authors note is my one opportunity to get things off my chest without having
to worry about plot, character and pacing. Anyway, Id like to think that a whiff ofLast Light will remain with you once you snap the cover shut. Im hoping Andy
Sutherland achieved something; that the world looks slightly different to you now
- more fragile, more vulnerable. After all, to be aware is to be better prepared. I
dunno . . . is it just me? Or do you get that feeling too? That somethings coming,
something on the horizon . . . a correction of some sort?