We live on the outskirts of town, in a cave, away from the majority of humanity. You see, when our grandparents were kids, they had an inkling that the coal, the natural gas, and the oil couldn’t hold up for too much longer. So, they hid their existence from the humans; the discovery of transhumans in their midst would be devastating for all of us. Violence would be our only form of communication. So, we are in hiding. They know that there are things greater than them but choose to ignore them.
The humans had started some business about pollution in our grandparents’ lifetime. They had begun to sell carbon emissions and there were trivial little talks about climate change and how the humans would start to change the way they lived. But it was all for display, quite obviously. They would sit around in suits, around a big wooden table, gesturing wildly, as if it would mask the inevitable failure of the humans. They would wait until all their resources had been exhausted and the public had devolved into anarchy. Then they would start to scramble.
At this time, we would peek out from the cave, and watch them. The stray humans that wandered out into the mountains at the mouth of the cave would often starve to death, and we would pick at their remains. They weren’t delicious, but our hunger said otherwise.
They were wasteful, the humans. They used their water supply so carelessly. They let the frogs, the monkeys, the birds, the fish, all of it, die. They crawled around and clawed at each other for these smelly, green sheets of paper, all the while in denial of the fact that their winters had grown unbearably warm. The rain that collected in the drains and hit their eyeballs stung. Then, frantically, they erected wind turbines and solar panels. Suddenly, all the aesthetics didn’t matter. We snickered at them as they squirmed.
They were so passive about everything. Politics, energy, climate, environment, coal, you name it. The humans readily sat on their hands and waited for things to fix themselves. They only started to worry when the gas prices shot up and no one went in to work. Electricity became a luxury and they began to live backwards, huddled together in communal housing, around oil drum fires, reading books, illuminated unevenly by oil lamps, eating uniform food bars with daily proteins, fat, and nutrients, trudging on day by day.
We are the human extinction league. They deserved everything coming to them.