Assorted Flash Fiction Writings #2
Copyright© 2024 by Chaon
Humanity is extinct
Writing prompt: The actions that Humanity performed in its heyday left deep trauma and terrible wounds on the Universe. Fortunately, they went exinct ... or so the legends go.
There’s no such thing as Humanity. Not anymore, anyway. The legends all talk of terrible and beautiful things. The teachers tell of them too, and they describe Humanity as a crazed man, one who is kind and generous one moment and terrible and merciless the next. The legends say this also.
There’s no such thing as Humanity. Nothing left but scarred planets and empty ruins. Nothing left except the interstellar Gates and wrecked fortresses. Nothing left besides demon machines and empty fleets floating alone in the cold grasp of The Void.
Nothing left, you hear me! Their machines are all sleeping, thank the Taav! Sleeping in their vaults, with their wretched Machine Celestials. Locked away, never to be called on again.
But thats just what the legends say.
And if the legends were true, then why are there reports from the outer fringes?
A battle around Humanities ancestral home.
Uncrewed fleets moving in the dark.
Machines and Warminds waking up.
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