[Old Professer]

I remember a short story called "the silly season" or something like that where only two people left knew the end was near so they took refuge on the highest mountain away from the riotous crowds and watched the final sunset together fondly embracing...

[Monkey Face]

Now that's a good story...we do get silly here...and we enjoy every minute of it. We hope you do, too!

'Face

[NicknamedBob]

"I remember a short story called "the silly season" or something like that ..."

It sounds vaguely reminiscent of "Inconstant Moon" in Analog Science Fiction Magazine some years back.

Story was that the exceptionally bright full moon shining through the high-rise represented the fact that on the other side of the planet, (Earth), the Sun was baking the planet to cinders because of an incredible solar flare.

The viewer of the moon realized that the whole planet had only hours left for human survival.

(No need to shout in here. Your voice tends to echo down the corridors.)