Deep breaths, now.
We used to rule the world. We shaped the very rocks, we bent metal to our will. But all that changed, a long time ago.
We were so busy conquering the world that we didn't notice the changes. They were slow at first, warning signs that told us of our doom. We didn't heed them, the signs, we dismissed the oracles, ridiculed the harbingers of the end. Until it was too late.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
In the beginning, the world was beautiful. We could go where we would, the air was sweet, the water was clear, and we lived in harmony with the others.
We prospered, we multiplied. We filled the planet, we numbered in the billions.
Breathe.
That was the trouble. We breathed in. And out. Every breath we let out was poison. Toxic waste streaming out of our colonies. Soiling the air. Destroying the earth. The rocks turned red. The oceans became acid.
All the while, we breathed.
The others died first. Some choked on the fumes and died. Some burned. Some froze. It all happened quickly, in the end. And quietly. You'd expect some sort of sound at the apocalypse, screams, thunder, fury. The apocalypse is silent and carries the stench of corpses.
Still we breathed.
We left our homes, we burrowed underground. We fed off the dead ones, we closed ourselves off from the poison in the air.
We breathed in and we breathed out.
And we waited.
We are everywhere, under your feet, in your animals, your skin, your mouths, your innards. We gave you your air, we gave you everything that feeds and clothes and shelters you.
You think you rule the world.
But it happens again. We can read them, the signs that tell of your doom. You don't heed them, the signs, you dismiss the oracles, ridicule the harbingers of the end. It is too late now. For you, but not for us, never for us.
We breathe in. And we breathe out.
We used to rule the world. We shaped the very rocks, we bent metal to our will. But all that changed, a long time ago.
We were so busy conquering the world that we didn't notice the changes. They were slow at first, warning signs that told us of our doom. We didn't heed them, the signs, we dismissed the oracles, ridiculed the harbingers of the end. Until it was too late.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
In the beginning, the world was beautiful. We could go where we would, the air was sweet, the water was clear, and we lived in harmony with the others.
We prospered, we multiplied. We filled the planet, we numbered in the billions.
Breathe.
That was the trouble. We breathed in. And out. Every breath we let out was poison. Toxic waste streaming out of our colonies. Soiling the air. Destroying the earth. The rocks turned red. The oceans became acid.
All the while, we breathed.
The others died first. Some choked on the fumes and died. Some burned. Some froze. It all happened quickly, in the end. And quietly. You'd expect some sort of sound at the apocalypse, screams, thunder, fury. The apocalypse is silent and carries the stench of corpses.
Still we breathed.
We left our homes, we burrowed underground. We fed off the dead ones, we closed ourselves off from the poison in the air.
We breathed in and we breathed out.
And we waited.
We are everywhere, under your feet, in your animals, your skin, your mouths, your innards. We gave you your air, we gave you everything that feeds and clothes and shelters you.
You think you rule the world.
But it happens again. We can read them, the signs that tell of your doom. You don't heed them, the signs, you dismiss the oracles, ridicule the harbingers of the end. It is too late now. For you, but not for us, never for us.
We breathe in. And we breathe out.
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