Science fiction is full of first contact stories, but is there a such thing as LAST contact? Decide exactly what that means, and write about it.
It was too late, when the humans came. They were a young species, still
exploring outwards, vital and thriving.
We… were not.
War had ravaged us,
and sickness, and war once again, until our population dwindled beyond the
point of recovery. We struggled against that, of course… we used genetic
manipulation, and cloning, and even more desperate measures. None succeeded.
When the humans came, we were sinking into apathy, only a few tens of us left.
We had begun to discuss whether we should commit a mass suicide, or simply wait
to fade away.
And then the young
species came, in their clumsy ships, and they asked us why we were so
few.
“We are becoming
extinct,” we told them. “We have passed the point of recovery.”
It is custom to avoid
the races that are dying – once a species reaches the point of inevitable
extinction, even war is suspended, and the fiercest enemy pulls back. The
custom was born of plagues and poisons that could be carried forth from a dying
world to afflict a healthy one, but it has the implacable weight of tradition
now. After we are gone, after they have waited for the prescribed period of
quarantine, there will be a fight for our world. Habitable worlds are few, and
this is a good one, with plenty of free groundwater and thriving vegetation. It
is a bitter thing to be grateful for the custom that allows us to die in peace,
but we are grateful.
But the humans don’t
know that custom, and they do not leave. They seem distraught, when we tell
them we are dying, and try to offer their aid - but their technology is behind
ours, and it is too late. When they realize that they can’t save us, though,
they do something that bewilders us.
I can tell I’m off my meds because I’m dizzy, but also because everything that was just annoying before now makes me want to scream with rage and kick things. I have so far managed to restrict myself to cussing and angrily washing dishes, but there’s some folks on thin fucking ice right now.
So yeah, I made a new appointment with my doctor ASAP.