The End of the World

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Gorgeous, gigantic meteors of blinding white and bright scarlet fire were raining from the sky.

I also saw the needle-like protrusions from the tentacle of a Seeker exploding out of my chest. I didn't even feel any pain.




















The last thing I saw . . . was a huge meteor collide with the Motherboard.














The last sound I heard . . . was the screeching of metal on metal as the Motherboard was destroyed.















The last object I felt . . . was the tentacle in my chest relax.

















The last scent I inhaled . . . was the blood of my friends.


















The last thing I tasted . . . was the salt of my tears.












My last thought as my eyes close

and my consciousness slips away

is that if there is life after us,

I hope


they can learn from our mistakes.


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