I've felt that, one day, there will come a time where human beings will no longer walk this earth. One way or another, we will have left or been obliterated, and I do not think it will be slow, but swift. I've felt that when that happens, there will be nothing left speak in our stead of our existence, save for the structures and machines we have left behind. Future beings may then visit our empty planet and find nothing but these skeletons of our culture. These machines will be the living, breathing story tellers of what was. The cars and tractors will tell of our consumption, computers and cell phones will tell of our advanced technology, and our tanks and bombs will tell, perhaps clearer than any other story, of our differences.
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