Year 2609
English translated from Irish
Author unknown
Earth is dying.
Men are falling ill so quickly. So so quickly. I fear for my people. Where are our saviours? Where is the cure?
It's flooding. My home has long been destroyed. I have seen so many deaths. My wife, falling sick. My daughter drowning. My baby son crumbling into ashes.
Where has the bright days gone?
Who will save us?
Our demise has long been predicted. We treat the world with so little respect. How little. Less respect than any man would treat a dog. Is this how we are to die? Is this man's extinction? By their own hands?
I'm not ready to die.
I feel like such a fool. Such a coward. I am the last man standing in Ireland. In the land of Saints and Scholars. What a load of rubbish we are. What a load of rubbish this world is.
I have seen such horrors.
I...
I don't think I'm...
I don't think I'm ready to meet my family yet.
I am so ashamed of what I've done...
What have I done, you ask?
Destroy the world.
We have destroyed the world. And I have in no way stopped it. A scientist they call me. An engineer. A harvester. I harvested the life from this world. Nothing but oily darkness. Waters drown me.
Fish will feed on my bones.
It will be what I deserve.
To destroy Earth and to be destroyed by it.
It
Is
Right.
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