Despair Of Hope
Day 973. Not a single sign of life. Not even a single dread-filled scream of a young child, let alone one’s joyful and ecstatic laughter. Who would’ve thought it? Who would’ve imagined? That what was once meant to be a glimmering beam of light in the dark tunnel of despondency for mankind would soon lead to its demolition.
Derelict. Dilapidated. In just a short span of time. Two years. In just a matter of two years, 95% of the world’s population was known to be ramshackle. Burned to ashes, if not worse. I sit by this raging bonfire out in the middle of nowhere, as a requiem for my lost family. Slaughtered to their unseen remains.
I reminisce every single moment spent with them, pondering the thought of why I was to be left alive. The air stirred cold. The night stood long. As I felt and hoped that I would fade into the dawn. And fade until I’m gone. But then it hit me. My life now served as a penalization. I had to live each day through every second of its despair for hope. For I was the one who lived to be the cause of it.
I had a dream. A vision. Of a world where humanity would be benefitted. Where humans would not have to live with the stress and apprehension of exploiting and executing their daily activities. Where just by the call of a “species” of artificial intelligence, humanity would be laying back and relaxing in no time. A stress-buster. A tool to stabilize and prevent anxiety and depression that grow like viruses in this new modern world. Little did I know, that ignorance towards the slightest miscalculation would cost me the lives of billions if not trillions. It was like these robots had now had a mind of their own. As if they were puppets without strings. Machines without remote controllers. It’s true what they say; Confidence thrills, but overconfidence kills. As it did so. In a matter of few days, I had watched my own creation slowly contradict its own purpose. And ironically lead to the end of mankind.
I finally dump my brandy into the bonfire, in the realization that I was to be blamed for the end of mankind. That, what I thought to be a savior, would end up being a form of Satan himself. I drown in my guilt as I sink to my chair, losing all hope. As my eyes shoot to the yonder sky, it had come to my notice that dawn had finally arrived. And the only thing left to be heard was the contrivances beep to the spark of my execution.
