Humanity has spread to the stars. We set out like ancient seafarers to explore the limitless ocean of space. But no matter how far we venture into the unknown, the worst monsters are those we bring with us.
If we are going to survive, we’re gonna have to make it better. No more lies. No more surveillance. No more reckonings. If we work together, I believe it is possible. I believe we can succeed. We have to. This is it. This is all that’s left. This is the last of humanity.
Humanity’s survival was never certain. We came close to perishing many times before. In the 1300s, the bubonic plague killed over 20% of the humans on the globe. It took 300 years to restore the world’s population. Later, the Spanish flu infected more than half the people on Earth and killed 75 million before we were able to recover. And then science rose, and humanity flourished. The population soared to more than 7 billion. Our advancements brought us all closer together. We lost our fear. We believed we no longer had any predators. We believed in the primacy of science and technology. But 41 days was all it took from the day an airplane arrived carrying this plague to the moment when mankind stood on the precipice of destruction. Humanity teetered on the edge of the abyss. All it needed was one small push, or a final, last-ditch rescue.
History teaches us that the cause of humanity is only advanced through strife. There’s no Renaissance without the Dark Ages.
Here’s what’s what, humanity is a plague. We’re a disgusting, narcissistic, selfish parasite, and the world would be a better place without us. It should be everyone’s moral duty to kill themselves. I could do it now. Quite happily just go upstairs, jump off the roof, and make sure I landed on some c**t from accounts.[to Sandy]
Alien technology being used against us, not by aliens, not with aliens, but by a venal conspiracy of men against humanity.