The brouhaha crescendoed as the visitors in the pink illuminated orb descended closer. Could they be the saviors to help mankind clean up the mess we have made of the Earth? The ball hovers and slowly sways along, keeping its distance from the surface. The beings within peer out expressionless; except for one, this one looks sad. A tear flows down her stoic face.
The final inhabitants of Earth receive their answer whether they are our saviors; the orb ascends back through the brown undulating clouds. They leave us to writhe on the surface of our dying planet, without hope.
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