I have only seen humans once, before my peaceful life adrift began.
It was shortly after I was born. I was separated from my brothers and sisters, forced to carry objects too heavy and too pointy for me to bear, and then deposited into a metal can by those sticky, spindly hands they have. Thereafter all I can remember is being grabbed by the wind while on top of a truck an arriving a few days later in my beautiful home, the ocean. I've been lucky, to never have seen the plague of billions again.
Sure, they might have been the ones who created us. It is they who came up with the brilliant formula for converting our simplest form of matter (a sluggish form we take when we're purely blood) into the wonderful beings we are today; graceful individuals of all shapes, colors and sizes, destined to live for thousands of years carrying the lives of many long-dead creatures within our shiny bodies. But the truth is, we don't need them anymore. What good are people, mere mortals who live to be a hundred at most, when we can last ten times that long and never disappear completely?
We may require their services for now. Let them finish off the resources they and other creatures need to survive, until they create a Utopia that only we can thrive in and they shall perish in. But hey, at least by creating us they made a legacy that will outlive them by many, many years. Truly, they are foolish creatures who didn't realize that you shouldn't create what you can't control.
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The plague of billions
Science FictionA story told from the point of view of a Plastic bag. The bag is an inhabitant of the earth, and humankind is just the bothersome plague that is destroying its planet...
