All those old sci-fi movies, where the aliens were, well, alien, in a green skin, extra appendages, killing-everything-in-sight kind of way, didn’t prepare Humanity for the real monsters: us.
Now, why would I say such a thing about my own species? I guess I can write it now, seeing as I believe I am one of the last hold-outs, one of the pitifully few that hasn’t been infected by the Humane Utopian Gene. My excuse is that I have a “survivors right” to tell my story, my version of what happened on the day Humanity turned monstrous.
I don’t know if anyone will ever see these words, but I feel the need to see, in black and white, the evolution of mankind into monster.
I, too, could have been a monster. It was just a quirk of fate that I wasn’t “live” that day. I haven’t watched television for nine years, I very rarely call people on my mobile (except for work purposes) and I was home with a serious dose of the flu, my head feeling so thick and dense I couldn’t motivate myself to go online.
Thick and dense, funny how that “saved” me from monstrosity.
Thick and dense. How grateful I feel that the flu gave me these last few days. Oh, there must be others who eluded the Humane Utopian Gene, but there is no way to safely find that out (as there is no electricity working) except by exposing yourself and taking the consequences.
In light of the announcement today, those consequences don’t seem so bad. Better than the alternative anyway, better than becoming what the bulk of humanity became. I’m looking forward to it, in a “lets-just-see-what-happens” way. As soon as I finish writing this I will walk out my front door and accept the Humane Utopian Gene. I hope I don’t turn Monster.
I hope I don’t turn Monster. Now we get to it. Now I have to tell you of all those who did.
All those members of humanity that never realised the monsters in the Universe were us.
All those members of humanity that never realised the scary things under the bed were us.
All those members of humanity that never realised the destroyers of our civilisation would be us.
It really wasn’t the conscious intent of humanity, but the reaction was so vicious that trillions of the Humane Utopian Gene were destroyed in the first milliseconds of contact. Humanity was a ruthless killer! Denying any connection, any similarity with the Humane Utopian Gene, humans sent out rejection on such a massive scale that it decimated the first attempt, the second and then the third.
All the countless humans that couldn’t look in the “mirror” and see themselves as they truly were, accept themselves, and allow the Humane Utopian Gene to enfold them.
Yes, it can be said the the Humane Utopian Gene was naive in it’s approach. First contact via electronics isn’t such a great idea, even if it is the prevalent form of communication on the planet! In their announcement today they said that as we looked the same as them, originated from the same planet as they had, that they thought we must be a lost part of themselves and we would welcome them with open arms. They had no fear of monsters.
They had no fear of monsters, and so we destroyed them, and ourselves.
Humanity is gone, all those that could not accept themselves are dead, and with them civilisation. Their rejection, looping and reflecting through the Humane Utopian Gene, killed them in less time than it took to blink. The announcement today said that some small portion of humanity had accepted the Humane Utopian Gene, but no figures were given for the number of Monsters that died.
Those of us remaining, who missed first contact, have been graciously given the opportunity to do what so many of our species could not, to accept the Humane Utopian Gene with our eyes wide open. Those who do not wish to do so will be left behind together on a small island, here on this dead planet of monsters, when the Humane Utopia Gene travels on.
Today I will walk out my door and embrace the Humane Utopian Gene, literally.
Today I hope not to become a Monster.