A language renounced.
Humanity. I beg you. Never make the choice that a devil makes.
A devil makes choices. A god makes decisions, but humanity makes mistakes. That's what makes us human. Thats what differs between the ones above and the ones in the middle. The ones in the middle must make mistakes to prepare for the ones below. A society that makes no mistakes does not prepare for the society's below. But a disgrace they are.
For they are not just a human.
They are the middle ones.
As the gods shivered in their final breaths, they made one life making decision.
To erase the concept of GOD.
"Explain, where is the captain?" The vice Captain stated, with a very disappointed tone in his voice.
"That damn Captain always seems to forget his job. I always have to take over, which as vice Captain, I am fine with, but damn, he couldn't choose a worse time?" The ocean, being the writhing beast it is, exploded in a fury of waves, ranging from death-live.
"Sorry, sorry, I was busy checking up on how the energy was running. Where is your class badge?" He asked a young sailor.
"Sorry sir! When the wave hit, it sent the badge flying with it into the neverlands!" The sailor said, with an almost look of a crying terror.
"It's alright. right now we must continue our current goal. I will get a badge made once back to the hub boat." Current goal: capture the anglopod.
Anglopod: A bright yellow octopus with only 7 arms, and can extend their arms to lengths up to 100 meters. They are feared among all of humanity due to their unstable potential.
"SIR!" A sailor barged in, yelling with his chest.
"The Anglopod has been spotted! However, we found wreckage of another weird looking ship." He said.
"There seems to be more of these weird looking ships showing up recently. They also contain technology that is similar to this world, but nothing we know of. All we know is that whatever the things that used those ships were human. Or at least looked human." The Vice Captain said.
"Honestly, those wreckage's are more important than the anglopod's. The anglopod's are a disgrace to the planet, but the more wreckage's we find, the more we learn." The Captain said.
"STEER COURSE TO THE WRECKAGE, BUT SPIKERS, KEEP A KEEN EYE ON THE ANGLOPOD." The Captain shouted. They diverted their course to the wrecked ship. This one however, looked less destroyed then the ships found of previous. It had a water ship looking exterior, but almost all was made out of a strong solid, nicknamed, latemsiti, nicknamed after the first person to find one of these ships.
"Question: so far, we have not found any life in any of these shipwrecks?" The sailor asked.
"As of right now, no. We have found bones, but after thorough scans, it has only been discovered that they are prehistoric, most likely 100,000 years old. We also discovered the bones were of human similar structure, but with many different bones and bone placement. If they were us 100,000 years ago, it means we as humanity evolved at a gigantic rate." The Vice Captain explained.
"Wait is that a..." The Captain said, using his hand to block out the blinding sun.
"ITS A HUMAN!" The Captain shouting, rushing to stop the boat.
"That's a human. They most likely came from the olden times, if what we have discovered is true, so be careful. We have no idea of who he is and what he is." The Captain said, peering carefully towards the man. The man, stepping out of his ship, started waving. They eventually got to him and allowed him into the ship.
"Hello, first question, what species are you?"
"What is your name?" The man asked, completely dodging the question.
"Henry Civilry, why?" The Captain said. Then, in one second, the man who exited the ship uttered a single word.
"God."
It was silent for 1 minute. Not a single peep, not a single movement. It was almost as if everyone died in that exact moment.
"What, a cats got your tongue?" He said as he walked up to the Captain, tapping him on the nose, and watching as the Captains body crumbles into a nice ash.
"God."
Everyone was awake again. But by then the man had disappeared. All that remained of his presence was a destroyed ship, and a captain turned into an ashy substance.
What was humanities losing choice you may ask?
Humanities losing choice was choosing life on a water planet over praying to a god, and keeping their current, great life.
"Humanity without flaws is a humanity not worth having created." A god said, as he turned to ash.
"A single mutter from a human still knowing from god stops time. Humans will do what they were designed to do. Kill each other and create flaws."
"Now, god, is nothing but a distant memory."
"I have erased the concept of god."
