Thought—such a simple word, but how tremendous and unfathomable its power is. Many humans fantasize the end of the world for various different reasons. Some were mere fearmongers while others were profiteering capitalists with no moral boundaries whatsoever. But more recently, people have been desensitised and have turned the 'apocalypse' into mere entertainment. Whether they be through films, comics or novels, you will find quite a number of them.
There was once a movie where global warming had caused a superstorm that flooded the world and sent it to a new ice age. There was another where an alien spaceship had found Earth and decided to make it a new exhibit, showing off their impressively advanced technology that was lightyears ahead of humans'.
There are novels with even more absurd visions of the apocalypse. One of which featured alien monoliths called dungeons containing such monstrous creatures whose aim was to conquer the world. Another novel featured a grand game for supreme beings who watch the puny humans play around with their flesh and blood.
Humans, how utterly twisted could their sense of humour be to even wantonly display such morbidity like a badge of honour, portraying the end of the world like it was nothing more than just another cup of coffee before the usual Monday rush hour at the station.
Their physical detachment from their work—their depraved thoughts of apocalypses—shields them from having to face the sheer nihilism sown deep within their minds. And yet somehow, it still manifests in the most arrogant way possible.
Heroes, how fortunate for them to rise amidst the rubble, to flourish and grow under the spotlight of the stars amidst the backdrop of a ruined world that had already lost far too much. Could they not have come sooner? Could they not have been the preventative measure rather than the saviour?
The world would need no cure if there was never an illness that latched onto it first, after all. But how could we forget, there already was an illness before any of these world-ending disasters even took place.
The tumour had already spread far and wide. It grew and festered at such tremendous pace that the world now reeked of rot and corruption. The very same mongrels who dared claim supremacy and ownership of the world are the very root of its unending torture. They spread their filth to the world's oceans while laying waste to its lands, all the while killing each other off as though they could not decide whether they were actually civilised and sentient creatures or just another species of mindless and savage beasts posing as gods.
Worse yet, they do not comprehend how truly destructive their thoughts toward their homeworld was. After all, who the hell would write about their homes being utterly destroyed and pass it up as a form entertainment? Is something wrong with their heads?
These humans must have gone astray in their evolution to have stooped to such a level. They even hypothesised the fate of a poor innocent cat trapped in a box filled with poisonous gas. What has the world done to them for them to have such thoughts? Perhaps they should book an appointment with a psychiatrist. Then again, even that psychiatrist is a damned human.
But just like the fate of that poor cat, the world's fate could frankly be summarised in just one word: fucked.
That madman named Schrödinger hypothesised that a cat trapped in a box filled with poison would be either dead or alive. These are the two main possible outcomes, but we can only really know when the box is opened. At that point, all possibilities and uncertainties will cascade into just one observable reality. This is the basics of Quantum Physics. This theory came from the same species as the fools who keep dreaming of the destruction of the world.
How could they not understand that thoughts have power? The simple act of thinking something grants it a possibility of existing and manifesting into reality. And all these hundreds and thousands of apocalypses that they had conjured up in their witless minds have in fact been real.
Just because they themselves did not experience it did not mean that these things never happened. Are the births and deaths of people from Asia just a figment of the imagination of Americans or Europeans who never saw it happen? Of course, not.
And so, after hundreds and thousands of apocalypses, a spark was ignited in the depths of the Earth's core. It was fed with the memories of the countless versions of itself dying over and over again. And there were more memories of more apocalypses flooding it every single day.
After being fed all this time, the spark had grown into a fully developed consciousness housed within the core. One of its latest memories was a man with the body of molten earth and flames rising from the centre of the world, destroying it in the process. Earth could not allow such a thing to happen again.
Taking the idea from that fool who wrote about another fool who devoured the core of the world, Earth decided to create new life, one directly tied to its own.