some seeing eye wrote:The morning of August 12, 2045.
The BM festival will be start earlier in the month that year and there will be 300000 festival goers, each with a personal MV served by a network of fueling stations covering the entire playa. There will be 1500 LEO's to enforce the regulations. The major fast food keiretsu, Microsoft-Starbucks-Anheuser-Busch InBev-Samsung, Google-SABMiller-Panerra-ADM-Sony, Amazon-Tsingtao-Subway-GE-Foxcon, Facebook-7-11-Burger King-News Corp-Cargill-LG, and Apple-Heineken-Carlsberg-Diageo-Nestle-Sharp will have drive in restaurants and roving food trucks. There will be vegan meat options, grown in tanks in the desert. There will be a portable runway capable for handling small - medium airliners. There wil be 4 temples and 4 effigies creating burning exhaustion. And there will be several camps with swimming pools and mini-nuclear reactors to power their air conditioning, especially the villages entirely enclosed in sealed domes. The event will be a month long. By that time, the United States will be so consumed by leisure with all the work done by robots that it will be no problem for everyone to take a month vacation. In addition to the on-site attendees, a million will be jacked into a massive real time online simulation of the event in every language. Daft Punk will perform an epic reunion show at the event, they'll be 70 then. Yes, the end of the world.
Burning Man died out by the 2040's, but there are reports of an old hermit appearing on the old BRC site. Observers report that this hermit appears out of the ground, where he is rumored to have built himself an underground geodesic refuge. A few of the groups who have gathered there on occasion, hoping that their presence will result in the return of Burning Man, BRC, hippies, hipsters, and the like (although all were long ago banned by Nevada legislation), report being startled by the sudden appearance of "Bob" among them, asking "Has the gate opened yet? I've been hiding out waiting for gate since I couldn't buy a lottery slot for the Gladiator Ticket Competition!". It's also reported that he'll trade historic plastic beads for just about anything, even fake pink fur, and frequently seems to mistake the sound of their mis-functioning historic vehicles for music, as he appears to dance to their sound. Efforts were made, then abandoned, to evict him from the site, but those few who managed to find anything reported being chased off by blue-jeans fired at them at great velocity, with just a glimpse through the blowing dust of someone holding a long tube and the sound of "Arrr, there be shirtcockers!"