From a writing prompt: “The last ship is leaving Earth and you aren’t on it. You’re standing at a console able to send a message to Humanity’s destination. You know it will arrive before they do.”
This message is a from the ship Earth, together we make up the last of the citizens of the Planet Earth, third rock from Apollo’s cave, in the Milky Way galaxy.
Many of our species thought themselves lord and lady of our world, when really we were as important as a grain of sand to the greater world. They thought they could build concrete jungles, instead of the ones in guidebook of Earth. Many did not see how like the flowers of a meadow they are, different colours and varieties, none more special or worthless than the next. Nor did they hear the songs of the birds and animals, instead they drowned them out with bombs and gunfire. They became to scared to touch each other as frightened what diseases they may catch from a hug of empathy and/or love. Their taste did not warn them that genetically modifying their food sources would change not just the source itself but destroy homes to other living beings and kill ourselves slowly inside. When they released the chemical weapons they did not smell them, as had not seen the planes that had flown overhead for many a year in preparation.
So now the last of us are headed for your world, we ask not to be treated as slaves, royalty or equals on arrival. We ask you make your mind up when you see the similarities we share and the differences between us and all that makes up your world. We come in peace as have now learnt it is fighting over difference that hurts many, we all make mistakes, money is not a source of happiness but control, and we know how fortunate we are to be heading to your world, millions did not.Thank you.
© Fi S. J. Brown