Eons ago, the planet of MW0149, Earth as it used to be called, inhabited life on its lush terrain. Now, it's a desolate wasteland scattered with the ruins of eminent kingdoms that formerly proclaimed their rein would be eternal.
It's fascinating to exist in the corresponding timeline where we can behold all of existence in a single moment. There is often the rise and fall of civilization as it advances, leading to its imminent demise at the hand of their destruction.
Where have all their ego and ambition led them, if not to where they started?
Interesting, is it not?
After 2 million years of existence and roughly 300,00 years of modern civilization, a visit to the natives of the blue planet is long overdue.
Manifestation of the planet's condition has been less than ideal, inducing quite the concern amongst the Galactic Federation. The external intervention has long been a pressing desire for many but prohibited by the cooperative agreement of the council of ascended masters.
After much deliberation, the masters subsided their stubbornness regarding the order. They allowed one elected official to come to MW1049 to investigate the cause of the unprecedented condition the small planet had been rendered in. Traveling lightyears in hopes of seeing a semblance of possibility that the natives of Earth had made the right choice that would allow them to escape extinction.
Knowing humankind, they would be hard-pressed before obtaining even a sliver of remorse for their actions, let alone unifying under the agreement to allow healing to occur.
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The representative boarded off the light disk, dismayed by the reality that greeted them. Rubbish. That's what it was.
Waste littered all around as far as the eye could see. Some old, some burning. Dark smoke emitting from all sources and not a speck of greenery in sight. Not anymore, that is.
What happened?
Obscured by the wreckage surrounding them, a slumped figure could roughly be seen. A weak heartbeat resonated through the muffle of the chaos of the landscape, sharp wind threatening to silence everything in its wake.
'How has this lone survivor withstood such an environment when we are under siege by the unnatural weather we are currently facing?' the representative thought to themselves.
Gliding through the remains of what was an ordinary 'street,' they kneeled their lithe limbs before the battered body seeking refuge under the hollow husk of what appeared to be a primitive car.
Scars, scabs, and dried blood adorned almost every edge of their dirtied figure—a pitiful state for a civilization that once claimed to be akin to gods. Endless war can defeat even gods, it seems.
Pressing a gentle hand against the tainted neck of the stranger, sweat and grime attached itself to the gray palm that checked the condition of the human. The thin hand was cold against the sweaty skin that felt its touch.
'Are you conscious?' the visitor inquired telepathically. Usually, one would directly ask for consent for even touching or invading the mind of others. Unfortunately for both of them, etiquette was the least of their worries with how dire the situation was.
A cold breeze seemed to whisper inside the mind of the Earthling as the intrusive thought passed through.
Twitch.
Good. The survivor was alive and responsive, even if barely. There was still a chance the representative could heal the human.
'Stay with us, please,' they pleaded to the unresponsive man.
