A message beneath the water

Time stood still. The water pulled up and uttered its message:

In between chaos, where fractals type patterns onto imagination, where mathematics and art entertain the puppet that dances ahead of the humans mind, there will soon be a terrible realisation for Man. Their genes cannot go any further in this planet's evolution. We the Iarquarty have waited patiently for this day. You the agents of Nature will come with us, but the human ego cannot cope with being tamed. Nor can their minds cope with the inevitability of what they will soon realise. Their societies will collapse when they stare straight into the limits of their imagination. Individual tribes have already seen this and have been trying to change the clockwork but they will soon find they cannot support the dimensionality to appreciate any more complexity.

You the animals and inanimate are their only comfort. Some will cope. Most will not accept this final chapter in human evolution and will perish or take others down with them. Expect strife on a scale never seen before.

Toad began to swell, his warts pulsating and oozing a vile puss. Poor Woolie suddenly regressed to kitten. If he'd known his mother he'd seek her warmth now. One look towards Furndrine told him she was not in any state to offer comfort. Only the angel remained serene, but Angels always do. We angels have always know this day would come, we've crept out from the humans minds since their beginnings. We've watched them and seen this final chapter coming. They hung onto hope primed with ever greater destruction of their surroundings to shroud themselves in a mad grinning haze. Of course some will escape this planet before it collapses, but this is to avoid the fact that their life form is flawed, irreparable. Toad belched a knowing accord. Yes, if you don't live in fear of misery it is painted everywhere in black and white.

Cuckoo shouts down, what about their creations, their technology networks? Surely they can evolve beyond their genes and history?

The spark that started the story has to be perfect, otherwise the fate is inevitable. Their computers are just as flawed because they do not know what questions to ask.

Woolie had sneaked over to Furndrine and nestled close to her warmth. They were the closest to the humans and had some affection for them. They had managed to live with the headache that followed the constant humdrum of their grunting impulses, the positive feedback of their trajectory. They knew how to squint and when to cover their souls to find some affection for this most perverse of species. The angel too could see a love for them but of course did not bother to feel it.

Another message appeared beneath the water: we can take you to our world, you decide.