The end of the end, isn’t that what he said? And he was right, of course. The end of the end begins after the beginning, which is birth. Every moment following that is the end of everything, on an individual level, on a global level—it’s all a matter of scale.
And this was the end of the end in its most universal sense. Billions of years of evolution turned to corpses and rotting flesh. In eleven days, the population of the world—humans and animals—had been all but eliminated. A few stragglers survived, owing more to luck than preparation. But who could have prepared for this, the world becoming a global feed lot? The creatures, those perfect killing machines, weren’t the true invaders. They were like predatory sheep, fattened for an otherworld market.
In a few days, full of humanity, the beasts would be harvested and slaughtered to feed the hungry masses aboard an interstellar convoy headed for a destination a million years distant. Along the way countless planets would be colonized and harvested to feed the vision of an alien Moses. Nothing else mattered to them but the vision, not the populations destroyed, not the evolution interrupted, nothing—but the end of the end.
And here, on this tiny insignificant planet, lost among all the other planets and stars that make up all the galaxies and solar systems and universes that are, life will undoubtedly continue—although greatly altered. No doubt a few humans will survive. If they are lucky, they may even procreate. Chances of this are mathematically unlikely, because the world is a big place with many dangers.
And while some of the traditional terrestrial predators may be enjoying extinction, a new predator—the harvest was sure to leave a few behind—roams the earth with impunity. It is highly likely that, just as man evolves, so will they.
This is not to say that this story is without hope. The post-apocalyptic Bronx or Los Angeles or Miami may turn out to be the new Eden. From it may arise a new race with new myths and legends and heroes. And no doubt they will eventually ascribe the events of today with some greater purpose, such as the prescribed purification of humanity, attributed to the very will of God himself. Well, God did say that he would never drown the world again. He didn’t say a thing about predators from outer space.
Now go out there and score some candy!
©Copyright 2017 by Kevin Fraleigh