Per aspera ad mortem
Colony ships have been leaving weekly for awhile. The streets around your home are looking more empty. You don’t qualify for the colony ships. You will always be one of the left behind.
Humans are ridiculus.
Their raise from lower mid-tier snacks to ‘masters of the Earth’ was worthy of a tragicomedy.
Stupid faith that their leaders making them fight other cannon fodder so theirs and opponent’s leaders can solve the dispute to whomst the land, salt, money, females and servants should belong, is in any way sound, firmly in the infamous top ten idiocies.
Their meticulous destruction of their own - and countless others - habitats, firmly cross-eyed on short term profits - pure madness. This one might be explained by their laughably short lifespans, but is not in any capacity an excuse.
Their feeble science, stumbling and crawling in desperation to never lose the race to humanity’s own greed. While admirable in teory, it merely feeds the hungry beast.
Frankly, it uses the science as a cart horse. Those who see it, either profit from it themselves, or suffer it, helpless.
At last, when it seems all hope for any future on this planet is lost, hairless monkeys escape their world in search of another they can destroy. Their rich and powerful first to shake ash and tar from their shoes - as soon as they made sure to feed Gods of Death enough blood fee from their witless slaves for mistakes made on the way. They leave, ‘graciously’ taking meticulously selected clusters of others along, people they desperately need to become a budding workforce of empires they aim to grow anew. Even now masters fan the flames of petty quarrels, scared shitless of their labor force overturning them otherwise, and for a good reason.
Am I even bothered?
Good riddance.
Space wannabes don’t consider the likes of me, reliable of skill but unfailingly disloyal to the likes of them. Merely entertaining myself with living amongst humans, unwilling to bend this far to blend in better.
What even would be the aim of it?
We’ll rebuild or go by paths humans never realized hold true outside of their amusing fantasies and legends.
I look at what’s visible of the sky, toxic fumes having barely any impact on me. Truthfully, they mostly piss me off - they obscure the pitiful leftovers of once beautiful views. Some don’t have this allevation, however, and so long ago moved on in search of a better life.
Anyway, there’s one thing about humanity’s escape that somewhat miffs me. I won’t be there, able to see their faces when they realize they brought cryptids, usually those preying on humanity indeed, with them, percentage much higher than on their homeworld.
Alas, it’s not so bad.
My friends promised me pictures.