Armageddon

The apocalypse began pretty much you’d expect it would. Earthquakes shook the earth, ripping apart cities and causing tsunamis that rampaged the shore. Flaming asteroids pelted the ground, starting forest fires that raged across the countryside. Buildings crumbled over the turbulent earth and crashed onto homes causing a domino effect that seemed mildly ironic.

God watched the destruction from above, a small a part of him tinged with regret. He felt responsible for their demise. He didn’t regret the apocalypse; that had always been planned. He was more frustrated that his creations were so futile. When he’d created man all that time ago, he’d thought they’d be more evolved by this point. He hadn’t expected such compassion from these beings. His other creations had been much more motivated. God had created natural selection to remove the weak from existence, allowing only those who were strongest to survive. In each and every one of his other creations, the beings had not just ignored the weak, they had often killed them, and because of this evolution and adaptation had occurred rapidly.

Here on Earth, his humans had cared for their elderly, their sick, their crippled, and their mentally weak. This care had hindered their evolution; humans were less than half as developed as God’s other creations.

God sighed, wondering what this meant. Of course, he knew what it meant, but that doesn’t mean that you get to find out.