Raz
Bluelighter
They could feel it in the air that night, the tension of something changing. Everything changing.
When the first white hot balls bumped against the sheath of their world, they knew.
They knew it was the end when the skies grew painted with violence and brightness and loudness and death.
They knew their time was done, that creatures neither bird nor lizard ever had a chance. They knew that they were a failed experiment. An aborted idea.
They knew when the mice and the marsupials looked at them with cold superiority from the safety of their small dark spaces.
The time was done for the giants of the Earth.
It was the dawn of the long dirty day of Man.
When the first white hot balls bumped against the sheath of their world, they knew.
They knew it was the end when the skies grew painted with violence and brightness and loudness and death.
They knew their time was done, that creatures neither bird nor lizard ever had a chance. They knew that they were a failed experiment. An aborted idea.
They knew when the mice and the marsupials looked at them with cold superiority from the safety of their small dark spaces.
The time was done for the giants of the Earth.
It was the dawn of the long dirty day of Man.
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