THEY DELIGHT IN EXTINCTION
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S A PSYCHIC MIGRANT I’VE CAST MY SOUL INTO THE BODIES OF MAYAN AHKINOOB SCHOLARS, ROAMED INSIDE THE MINDS OF KOREAN HWARANG WARRIORS, PASSED FROM ONE KHOOMII SINGER TO ANOTHER ON THEIR VOICES. I’VE LISTENED TO THE SONGS OF ANGELS BUZZING WITHIN THE PARIETAL LOBES OF NEPHILIM. SWAM THROUGH THE AMNIOTIC SACS OF GESTATING SERAPHIM.
But on this psychic trip my peyote-addled brain cast my soul to a mysterious place. The beings populating this realm are unlike any entity I’ve dreamt of before.
A grotesque mockery of Octopoda and Teuthida, but land bound, drifting across the planet’s surface with the aid of hydrogen producing. Mucous rich pseudopods extend from their tentacles in profusion—whip-like fingers I imagine are capable of manipulating the environment with far more dexterity than human fingers. I sense these things are capable of building awe inspiring technologies beyond my comprehension, for their bodies are massive nervous systems essentially brains with locomotion capabilities.
In my vision this species doesn’t utilize any machines of violence they wreak havoc across a populace with their very bodies. They raze inhabited cities, secreting organically produced nitric acids to dissolve any in their path.
There’s a brutality here capable of a kinder slaughter, they choose to inflict genocide with a cruel nonchalance instead. They’re children who could put an insect out of its misery, but instead choose to pin its squirming body to a cork board. They delight in extinction.
Is this what is to ultimately be humanity’s fate? We share our roots with a common ancestor, simple savage creatures, long extinct, roamed ancient Africa across sun scorched lands, may lay claim to our ignoble origins, before pen was set to paper, poems to music, brush to canvas. Will we alter our very genome so radically we no longer bear any resemblance to our primate lineage but become mollusc-like animals?
Perhaps our species had a less auspicious genesis, one on a landscape less veldt and more defined by vast deep oceans. Were we spawned beneath roiling surfaces whose depths remain unexplored? Or am I witnessing what has occurred far away, within the darker pockets of existence where no human mind has plumbed its depths?
As the End of Days nears neither scenario matters much. Whatever dimension these things reside I know they’re well aware of my psychic intrusion. They are not blind to my trespassing into their realm, and intend to trace my psychic-tether to Earth. They do not take well to being observed from afar. They take great offense at their existence being revealed.
They will visit quite soon. Planets will split as they hunt me down. Galaxies that impede their progress will dissipate. They’ll lay waste to any civilization ignorant enough to inconvenience their journey. Any and all obstacles will be removed to reach our universe.
There is so much more to tell, but even now I can sense those creature’s passage, feel stars tremble into extinction as they pass. All things become extinct eventually.
Soon enough
