Oh, Brave New World.

All of humanity stood on a mountain top, gazing down at the world below. They looked left and right, down and even up, but found it hard to see. Having spent so many years living in sunlight, it was difficult for them to adjust to the darkness, and as one, they squinted, screwing up their eyes to peer through the darkening sky. As it got darker, a young girl sat down on the mountain top and wondered why her world, that she had known for so very long, was darkening. She wondered where the sunlight had gone. And the rest of humanity wondered with her.

Eventually, it came to pass that humankind, having allowed themselves to become accustomed to living their lives in the sunlight, had no option but to reconcile themselves to this different, darkened world and grow to love it. They searched for any last dregs of sunlight, but finding none, settled down on the mountain top, that was to them, a final remembrance of the way things had been, but could never be again. And the young girl lifted her head, and began, shakily, to sing, the notes penetrating the darkest of the darkness, resonating, and reaching the minds of even the most unreachable of humankind.

Humanity sang with her, and welcomed this brave new world, a world founded on hope, and love, and the voice of a young girl. A world, one could say, with the power to conquer all.