The Last Human

I often have interesting, story like dreams. As an exercise, I sometimes take one of those entries from my dream journal and turn them into a short story.

Here is one such story, in which I dreamed that I was a scientist tasked with improving humanity, but through a very strange method: By destroying it.

The plot of the dream has not been altered in any way. This is how it happened. The only change I've made is providing a motive for the initial destruction of Earth. In the actual dream, it was more of a whim as to why I decided to destroy Earth, but the reasoning became clear by the end.

Because dreams are fickle things that often end abruptly, this story may feel unfinished, but that's just how it is. When the story ends is when I wake up.