The message bounced upwards, and only a few ripples remained. The silence in the garden was palpable. Even the angel looked perturbed, the day they always knew could come had arrived.
People, the earth would bulge,
Carnivores would take over from grazers,
The planet would limp onwards,
The Oceans would continue to churn onto the shores,
But land would give up the fight.
The human virus would grow too big,
The burden too great,
So much stupidity would weigh too heavy on the balance,
That had tipped to a slide from day one.
Some will remain innocent,
And they will leave. The rest will perish.
The shores would reveal themselves once more,
When the creators return to start the process again.
Toad belched. They return. The car backed into the garage. The humans came out, wandered into the garden and stopped dead. The angel recounted the story.
Pale they wondered back into the house. The cats briefed the slip to the roof. Fritter away this time, it had no point, why bother with the normal pace. Jump forward. The humans ran out into the street and began to wreak havoc. Jump. Escape. Sadness, a few billion years of history on this beautiful blue-green rock finished. Inevitability can be forgotten on such lengthy time lines.
They boiled on transit, their molecules razed to the most basic. Seeds fell onto the new planet, and their began another experiment. Serendipity?
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