This is something that has been kicking around in my head the past few days. Eventually i will revisit it and turn it into more than just a few incoherent lines..
The oldest living human was celebrating his birthday.
There were people to shake hands with and movies to star in.
Today Jonathan Frakes turned eight hundred and seventy-four thousand years old.
He had seen humanity spread across the stars.
Seen them dominate a galaxy.
Destroy other forms of life in their wake.
Control and to thrive.
It was good to be human.
That night there was an envelope on John’s dresser.
The letter read as follows.
Humans have had their time to romp around the universe. I have let this occur mainly because I didn’t have any better ideas at the time. I was kind if ignoring you to tell the truth in the hopes that you would really just go away. Recently I have been interested in a few of the things popping up here and there. But humans keep destroying them. So I regret to inform you that tonight is the last. You have had a good run, but it’s time to get out of the way. No hard feelings, you just really don’t have the potential to get any more interesting.
Later that night the antibodies of the galaxy removed the virus that is humanity.