The sky burned red as the first wave of destruction began. Humanity had watched the skies for centuries, but they had never expected an answer. When the alien warships arrived, their intentions were clear—eradication.
Dr. Eleanor Graves, a scientist at the Global Space Observatory, had seen the signs weeks before. Flickers in the sky, distortions in space-time, signals too structured to be natural. She had tried to warn them. But now, it was too late.
She stood alone in the underground bunker, watching as the world above crumbled. The streets, once bustling with life, were now silent graveyards. Entire cities had been reduced to rubble, their skyscrapers now jagged shadows against a dying sun.
The invaders did not speak. They did not negotiate. They did not see humanity as anything but a mistake in the grand design of the universe. And so, they wiped them out with cold efficiency.
Eleanor clenched her fists. If they were to perish, she refused to let humanity be forgotten.
The Exodus Protocol—a desperate project, activated only in the event of planetary extinction—was her last hope. A deep-space probe, filled with the collective knowledge, history, and culture of Earth, waiting to be launched into the void. A beacon to say, We existed.
Her fingers trembled over the console. She hesitated for only a second before pressing the command.
Above, the bunker trembled as another blast shook the ground. The Earth itself groaned under the weight of destruction. Fires raged across continents, oceans boiled, and the air was thick with the scent of burning metal and flesh.
She checked the screen. The probe had launched. It broke through the atmosphere, escaping the carnage below, carrying humanity’s final whispers into the cosmos.
A shadow loomed over the bunker entrance. Eleanor turned.
The alien stood there, towering and featureless, a being of metal and dark energy. It did not raise a weapon. It did not need to. The war was over.
Eleanor took a breath. She did not run. Did not cower. She only watched as the void itself seemed to consume her.
And then, silence.
Far away, drifting through the endless black, a small beacon blinked.
A tiny flicker in the infinite.
A whisper across the void.
“We were here.”
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