Don't own, don't know. didn't write this - a buddy wrote this and asked me to upload it. Enjoy, as it were
Too many times, too many years, too many people. Nowhere untouched. Nothing undefiled. No remnant left of sanity or nature.
Trees are extinct. All land animals are extinct. Most marine animals are, too. About the only things left are plankton, coral, great white sharks, and guppies.
The land is barren. No rocks, no mountains. Just sand and gravel everywhere. Even beneath any bodies of water.
The oceans are gone. Lakes and ponds, and the occasional dead-end river, are all that remain of water.
The land is pitted like the moon. The only thing, besides the water and sporadic marine life, that makes it different than the moon is color. Because even decimated, each area has its own color of sand and gravel.
The wind blows slightly every so often. The air is thin. The entire planet listless but not quite dead, not yet.
There were so many people once upon a time. Mountains had to be razed, oceans drained, just to make room. Every last plant cut down, every animal (except household pets) slaughtered. And still there were too many people and too little room.
The entire planet was nearly barren and lifeless before people got a clue. By removing plants, it was difficult to breathe. By removing animals, people starved. And suddenly, there weren't so many people any more.
The remaining few picked up every last scrap made by human hands. Anything nature didn't make unhindered was taken up. They boarded a spaceship, a proto-type. It did not have hyperspace or any such thing. It was completely 20th century technology. But someone, somewhere, had had a clue. Plants and animals had been surreptitiously gathered for this plan.
The ship was the maximum possible size it could be and still leave the atmosphere, thinned though that atmosphere was. There were so few people left, though, that everyone fit.
The scraps of human civilization that were not necessary for their future had already been blasted into space by the last shuttles. The planet had been vacated.
Their only chance of survival lay with the little bit of an ecosystem in the artificial environment of the spaceship they had managed to piece together. If anything threatened any part of that ecosystem, the entire human species was doomed. And it was their own fault, as was the devastation of their former home, the planet Earth.
Angels lived on the sunshiny side of the moon. Vampires lived on the dark side. Humans huddled in a spaceship. And Earth was a barren wasteland. And people only had themselves to blame.