ConspiRaider
25th December 2006, 09:10 PM
It's Monday morning, and Mother Nature is seated at the kitchen table with her first cup of coffee for the day. She is looking out the kitchen window at the Little Blue Planet she had set up a long time ago.
Mother Nature had been up late last night, on the phone with her counterpart over in the Andromeda Galaxy. They were talking about this and that, and had even discussed the impending collision between Andromeda and The Milky Way. Idle talk, really. The collision wasn't due for another 3 billion years or so. Still, Mother Nature mentioned that the dominant land animal on the Little Blue Planet had projected the collision quite accurately, awhile ago. Her counterpart was impressed.
This morning, Mother Nature, after recalling her late-night phone talk, began reflecting upon the activities of the dominant land animal on the Little Blue Planet. They referred to themselves by various terms, appropriate to the diverse sounds they made for communicating. But not long ago, Mother Nature had started referring to them as The Destructors. That's how she talked about them with her friend on the phone. "The Destructors did this and have I mentioned The Destructors doing that..." and so forth.
Anyway, there was something wrong this morning. The sound coming from the Little Blue Planet was strange. Such an odd sound! What was it? Mother Nature started running through her mental checklist of what the sound could be, and then, of course, it hit her. It was what she was NOT hearing that was odd. For this morning, much to her surprise, Mother Nature did not hear the crying of a baby Destructor. She decided to take a kitchen chair closer to the window, and focus in on what was happening with The Destructors.
There was only one group of Destructors left, a couple of hundred or so. Over the eons, Mother Nature had become quite adept at reading the faces of The Destructors. Today, Mother Nature scans the faces of this last group of Destructors, and her heart flutters a bit. Because she knows that they know. The Destructors know that with the death of the final baby Destructor last night, there won't be any more. The female Destructors are unable to produce any Destructor offspring. They've tried. Everything. To no avail. As Mother Nature watches the flitting eyes of The Destructors, she can read quiet terror amongst the group. These Destructors know that they are the final page in The Destructor line. There won't be any more, after they are gone.
Mother Nature could have told them this day would come - but that is not her way. Balance and self-correction are built into the fabric of Nature. That is how she fashioned it long ago. Mother Nature knew that this land animal, The Destructors, would self-correct its own kind right out of existence. She knew it when Destructor mothers could no longer breast feed their offspring. Because of the poisons, such as mercury, thrown into the environment by The Destructors. She knew it when The Destructors actually invented something that she herself hadn't come up with: Plutonium. The most poisonous substance to be now found on the Little Blue Planet. She knew it when their freon gas and ammonia and chlorofluorocarbons rose into the atmosphere and destroyed the protective ozone layer. She knew it when their noisy, gassy, explosive machines they used for transportation altered the chemical balance of the air. Altering the climate - faster than they could adapt to it. She knew it when they drained wetlands and covered the ground with impervious substances like concrete and asphalt, which disallowed the cleansing and recycling actions that she, Mother Nature, had designed long ago.
When any of her species departs, Mother Nature has a bit of a bad day, and then moves on. This species, The Destructors, surprised even her for a time. She remembered her amazement when The Destructors sent something away from the Little Blue Planet to travel to, and land upon, the Little Red Planet. She thought they had promise. She thought they understood.
Mother Nature thinks, that on that morning when she looks down at the Little Blue Planet and finds no Destructors left, that she'll cry a little. She has seen a hundred million species come and go. But this is the first that KNEW it was going to go. She feels a bit of their pain. So, it will be an especially bad day for her. But she'll gather herself together, and move on. She's Mother Nature. And that is what she does.
Mother Nature had been up late last night, on the phone with her counterpart over in the Andromeda Galaxy. They were talking about this and that, and had even discussed the impending collision between Andromeda and The Milky Way. Idle talk, really. The collision wasn't due for another 3 billion years or so. Still, Mother Nature mentioned that the dominant land animal on the Little Blue Planet had projected the collision quite accurately, awhile ago. Her counterpart was impressed.
This morning, Mother Nature, after recalling her late-night phone talk, began reflecting upon the activities of the dominant land animal on the Little Blue Planet. They referred to themselves by various terms, appropriate to the diverse sounds they made for communicating. But not long ago, Mother Nature had started referring to them as The Destructors. That's how she talked about them with her friend on the phone. "The Destructors did this and have I mentioned The Destructors doing that..." and so forth.
Anyway, there was something wrong this morning. The sound coming from the Little Blue Planet was strange. Such an odd sound! What was it? Mother Nature started running through her mental checklist of what the sound could be, and then, of course, it hit her. It was what she was NOT hearing that was odd. For this morning, much to her surprise, Mother Nature did not hear the crying of a baby Destructor. She decided to take a kitchen chair closer to the window, and focus in on what was happening with The Destructors.
There was only one group of Destructors left, a couple of hundred or so. Over the eons, Mother Nature had become quite adept at reading the faces of The Destructors. Today, Mother Nature scans the faces of this last group of Destructors, and her heart flutters a bit. Because she knows that they know. The Destructors know that with the death of the final baby Destructor last night, there won't be any more. The female Destructors are unable to produce any Destructor offspring. They've tried. Everything. To no avail. As Mother Nature watches the flitting eyes of The Destructors, she can read quiet terror amongst the group. These Destructors know that they are the final page in The Destructor line. There won't be any more, after they are gone.
Mother Nature could have told them this day would come - but that is not her way. Balance and self-correction are built into the fabric of Nature. That is how she fashioned it long ago. Mother Nature knew that this land animal, The Destructors, would self-correct its own kind right out of existence. She knew it when Destructor mothers could no longer breast feed their offspring. Because of the poisons, such as mercury, thrown into the environment by The Destructors. She knew it when The Destructors actually invented something that she herself hadn't come up with: Plutonium. The most poisonous substance to be now found on the Little Blue Planet. She knew it when their freon gas and ammonia and chlorofluorocarbons rose into the atmosphere and destroyed the protective ozone layer. She knew it when their noisy, gassy, explosive machines they used for transportation altered the chemical balance of the air. Altering the climate - faster than they could adapt to it. She knew it when they drained wetlands and covered the ground with impervious substances like concrete and asphalt, which disallowed the cleansing and recycling actions that she, Mother Nature, had designed long ago.
When any of her species departs, Mother Nature has a bit of a bad day, and then moves on. This species, The Destructors, surprised even her for a time. She remembered her amazement when The Destructors sent something away from the Little Blue Planet to travel to, and land upon, the Little Red Planet. She thought they had promise. She thought they understood.
Mother Nature thinks, that on that morning when she looks down at the Little Blue Planet and finds no Destructors left, that she'll cry a little. She has seen a hundred million species come and go. But this is the first that KNEW it was going to go. She feels a bit of their pain. So, it will be an especially bad day for her. But she'll gather herself together, and move on. She's Mother Nature. And that is what she does.