When the clock struck midnight, humanity saw the most beautiful sunset had ever seen.
Fifty bombs from North Korea. Thirty bombs to North Korea.
Twenty bombs from Iran. Forty to Iran.
One billion people returned directly to the earth as ashes.
Two billion cases of cancer. Four billion cases of death by starvation.
There's always the unknown causes of death- that's the last one billion.
Zero.
The dynasty of humanity was over.
There was something strange and beautiful about destruction.
Lady Liberty fell. The proud walls of China crumbled to ashes. The Big Ben was silenced.
The regretful ghosts of the once proud humans still lingers, still wanting to cling onto the earth. They want their throne on earth back. A poet would see still them in the rusting frames of grand cathedrals, in the darkened rivers, in the cracked screen of a dead phone.
But the poet is dead, and no one could, and would mourn the death of a tyrant.
Ling hun rolled its tyres over the unused roads,then the grass lands,then the sandy beaches ,then the dirt that buried it's creator in a cyclic journey.
Ling hun had the capability to remember it's creator. The human was identified as Chun-Yan. Classified as a female. Chun-Yan gave Ling hun its purpose.
"Survive at all costs until you meet an intelligent species like us,"
Ling hun survived. Like it's creators it thought and fought to survive. It survived the continents crashing into each other. It survived the newest ruler of the earth. Ling hun learnt to hide from tornados and hold fast in an earthquake.The nanobots mended it's tyres when they melted in a fire. It rested in the sun and ran away from the poison's its creators left behind.
Ling hun waited.
Finally, when the last remains of the Homo sapiens turned to rock and sunk to the bottom of the sea, Ling hun got what it waited for.
An alien. An intelligent species like the Homo sapiens.
When Ling hun managed to establish that it wasn't a threat to the aliens, it finally used the gift that another human gave him. The human's name was Arthur.
As the aliens communicated with it, Ling hun analysed the stress patterns, the different sounds and tones and slowly pieced its understanding of the alien language.
"What are you?"
"I am Ling hun, the last survivor probe of the Homo Sapiens"
"Did they make you?"
"Yes"
"Is this gold plated probe also from these Homo Sapiens?"
"Yes. It is the Voyager Golden Record."
"What is its purpose?"
"To show to other species of the universe that they are not alone."
"What about the purpose of the probes on the Red Planet?"
"The humans last probe on Mars was called Curiosity,and it's purpose was to find evidence of life."
"Why?Why where these humans so desperate to find other species off their world? Did they want to survey their chances of conquering another species?"
"No. Because humans were dreamers,learners and even though they destroyed many beautiful things,they saw and created just as many beautiful things. Us probes were never made to conquer nor destroy,but to be made in a human's image so they could see the universe and learn,just to appreciate how beautiful the stars and galaxy is. We were named Curiosity,Voyager and Spirit. That must be important to them. Important enough to try find you so that they can be assured that they weren't alone in the universe."
"My name is Spirit. I was told to tell you that Alfred,on the behalf of humankind,says hello."
