Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Perhaps one day we'll fly to the Moon as casually as going to a café. Planets and stars will become our playgrounds. Someone will rewrite the law of gravity. By then, Earth may no longer be the Earth we know. Tomorrow, we will meet a generation that has never known the joy of saying, "Hey DJ, play me a song." We will inherit the consequences of this ground, covered in moss, split apart. Disaster will drive us away, and destruction will knock on the door of brilliant innovation. We will be forced to survive among the remnants of extinction, in a world that no longer resembles today.