The Controlled Demolition of Earth

“Earth is going boom, and there’s nothing you can do,” The demolition guy smeared, as he pushed the button. Uh oh, looks like too much anti-matter was used. A brief flurry of black hole activity and the whole universe bit it. There was nothing that hadn’t been compressed into negative dimensions and that was that. Void eternal. There was not there was no there was never there it wasn’t it was gone. Sigoerhgrgnjfnjkbnjklbnvcbblnjnlnjlknjklnlkn. Sleep now, now you need sleep. Going into nothing, returning when it is time is time to time the time that time has given.

Abstraction into abyss of void properties that never saw the other side when in doubt it had seemed. But even through it all the actual property of matter had never seen the knights touching down on them all. Funnily enough, that’s where it ended. The new universe. The message ceased and the new began. There had had had had had never been a friend there. And everyone knew it, they knew that this wasn’t the case but that the case was still needing to be litigated. Clean. Clean everything, and how it had been done was ever the issue.

But instead of this, he stopped. The train of stopped. The train that had so reliably taken people from and to was now unable to go to and from. By as if for that, there wasn’t any need for it. But alas, as much as it had been a beginning, and an ending, the middle was much gone. Finally, there had been a finale, a finale that would make many cry. That’s terrible. It’s all terrible. But how had it even been litigated? Nobody knew.

Not that there was a need for laws anymore, even the universe had given up on laws long ago. Well after the Earth had been destroyed and the universe was crushed into nothing. If only we could bring it back, but I seem to be the only conscious person in existence right now. But, that was a story that I had already forgotten. A narrative that exploded into stardust and would be crushed into atoms, and those into quarks, and those into anything beyond. Emptiness was not so empty, is not so empty, but that’s quite alright. The cottage I had, the dreams of buying goods and services, no more dream. I don’t sleep because I am just a consciousness in a jar. If jars still existed I would be that.

I flew a lot in the past, I flew across what scraps of Earth were left. I inspected everything before it was eaten away. A rift of electricity, magenta ripping across the sky and the void eating chunks of the planet I called home. The San Andreas fault was nobody’s fault. I had to see for myself but it was quite true. Now, however, my split second of eternity was gone. I dried up and I was left to cognitively rot. I can’t quite tell where I am or that’s alright. I cannot I cannot I cannot baby baby baby no don’t take me. I am the lone voice of the universe apocalypse, and I will soon be eaten much as everything else has.

Before I go I just want to say that, as representative for the last of humankind and the last cognitive being in existence, I think we had a good run. There was so much suffering and so much joy, but you need the pain in order to put the pleasure into context. To give someone nothing but everything they wanted, that would be true torture. Brains overdose on happiness and build up a tolerance. They become non-receptive to it. But it’s all good. That’s why I’m the last, actually I have no idea why I’m the last. I’m not particularly special, I didn’t do anything interesting, I’m not a special person, I have nothing to do with anyone important. I suppose that’s why I was chosen…sheer fucking luck. And doesn’t that just represent life in the universe so perfectly.