Anthropologist

John Prophet

The anthropologist 

came a great 

distance to

observe and

study the

recently discovered 

subjects.

Nothing was

know about them

Nothing at all.

The anthropologist 

was anxious to

get to

work to 

set up the

study. The

work would 

be intense and

arduous.

Nothing like

these subjects 

had ever been

seen before.

In fact finding

them was kismet 

being discovered 

by exploring a new

region. 

Once discovered 

the study 

was organize

and set in

motion.

The anthropologist 

stayed hidden

the observed

had no clue.

First observation.

Their habitat was

covered with

the subjects.

Every nook

and cranny.

The anthropologist 

soon learned

the subjects of

the study began

to alarm. 

The violence 

unlike

 anything the

anthropologist 

had ever

seen. 

Millions slaughtered 

in conflict.

 The observed

kill 

in the name 

of their

god. 

Kill 

for what some

believed 

or how some 

looked. 

Appalled 

the anthropologist 

could no longer 

watch such

depravity and

shut the study

down.

Leaving 

the planet, 

warning beacons

stationed

at the edges

of the 

Solar System

warning all

away.

The message,

locals too

violent, 

isolate and 

shun for 

all existence.

Prompting 

the subjects

to ask.

“Where is everyone?”

Little knowing

they were 

left for

dead. 

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 16th, 2018 07:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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