The alarmists were right. The Earth
is fine, it will go on, but it will do so without the human race. Long has it
been predicted that a number of things would eliminate us from the face of the
planet, either by our own hand or some global catastrophe. What happened was
the latter, though it ended us only through indirect
means.
It was something the planet did, and
it happened swiftly enough that for all that we studied it, we did not find out
the truth in time. It begin with things like scores of fish washing up on shore
dead, an earthquake here, a volcanic eruption there, a series of islands were
lost beneath tidal waves made stronger by a percentage of lost glaciers and
polar ice caps.
It wasn’t one thing gone all wrong
that did it – it was everything gone just enough.
Only a few species of insect had
been rendered extinct, and then one species of mammal, before it fell to us
next. We were not wiped clean in one blow, and not every area of the world left
as swiftly as the next.
We attempted to prepare for
everything, and while for the most part we could adjust to the climate, it was
resources we could not get back. It was not a starvation through want of
quantity, but rather we had underestimated the simplest aspects of nature for
too long.
It wasn’t starvation that destroyed
us, but rather malnutrition. We had plenty of food, but it had grown deficient
of that which we required. The animals had evolved their behavior, they knew
what they needed, but we had grown lax. We searched for ways to fix what had
been done, but we lost sight of the means with which we relied on nature.
So we fell, all of us. We were not
struck down, we did not starve, and even toward the end, through the warring
against one another, we did not end ourselves. We merely wasted away, our
bodies finally rotting away to match that deceleration that we had allowed to
our minds for so long.
And so help me, now that they are
all gone, I’m the happier for it.
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