“Are we going to help them?”
“No, they’ve brought this upon themselves.”
The Watchers of the Universe glanced at what would be the last of the human race gradually perish, as the flood waters enveloped their remaining safe haven.
“I feel sorry for the good ones, the ones who really tried to make a difference.”
“Indeed, and there were so many of them. From majestic individuals like Hussain, who stood for justice centuries ago, to Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King Jr. and Edhi, from their more recent past. Unfortunately, humans insisted on destroying all that these people stood for, in their selfish quest for land, resources and power.
Collateral damage was what they arrogantly used to define the deliberate blood of innocents, precious human lives referred to by mere statistics. They played God, not only with their own race, but with nature. They sentenced themselves and now that verdict is simply playing itself out.”
The human race was officially declared extinct and the Watchers silently heaved a sigh of relief. From all the planets they’d watched over, no creation had ever come close to the horrendous behaviour they’d witnessed on Earth.
Their task just got a whole lot less complicated.