The Earth died. It wasn’t a grand thing, either. A slow death. Withering and diseased. It coughed and spluttered, grew frail and pockmarked. Truth be told, it took too long. In the end it was pathetic. A drawn out whimper, and I’m happy for the silence.
We watched it happen. From Mars, Eos, mining stations on Venus and research stations on Jupiter – billions of eyes watched Earth die. And we did nothing. For a long time we have been ashamed to call Earth our ancestral home. Or, more accurately, we’re ashamed of the humans who stayed on Earth. Sad things they were. Everything possible was at their feet and they wasted every opportunity. That’s why we watched without action. They didn’t deserve help.
The forests of Mars were born and fertilised by generations of our dead ancestors – their whole lives, even after death, went to a single cause. Survival. Survival of all, not the one. That’s what people from Earth could never understand. With no unifying cause, they became petty and weak. So, we watched. We watched them ruin the birthplace of our species. We watched them poison the oceans, burn the forests, and ravage the air. Each of these we have given countless lives and enormous sacrifice to achieve.
We’ll go back now they’re gone. We will inherit the Earth. We will care for it as it deserves to be cared for. We know the value of our ancient home – we know it more than they ever did.