Author: katayoku.no.tori PM
"That is how this all started, for those of you still listening to my story. I want you to make a wise decision, just like those people did. Do you want to continue living as we do now? Or do you want to destroy our world, and hope we re-evolve into power in hundreds and thousands of years? It's yours to choose. But again, choose wisely."Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Fantasy - Chapters: 11 - Words: 18,458 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 02-14-13 - Published: 11-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3077385
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After you observe the state of minds of all the people and their troubles for one last time, you glance back over your shoulder and gaze at the obsidian button. These people were suffering, barely able to stay alive.
You don't want them to stay like that.
And then you realize that once you leave the safety of the building, you'll be put into that same situation. Sighing you turn and walk back into the room, stopping before the stand with the rock on it, the word 'button' staring up at you.
If you didn't know the consequences of pushing that harmless looking rock, you wouldn't have stalled. You would have put your hand upon the button and ended all's struggles.
Shaking your head and taking one more glance at the outside world, you took a deep breath, remembering all the things those people have done to stay alive and make life worth living. Then you set your sights only on that one button.
Lifting your hand, you press your palm onto the rock's shiny surface.
Then you push it down into the metal, the whole object disappearing, being sucked into a straw-like tube.
Sighing in relief, you're glad you had done it.
The igneous rock would continue to slide down the tube, and eventually it would hit the bottom, setting off the chemicals within the food, and riding every one of their pains within a few moments.
The Plants would no longer be able to torture us.
They would no longer have any power over us.
And we will no longer be existent.
At least for a few thousand years.
You smile, then fall to the ground in a heap.