[ WP ] A huge sandstorm outside of Cairo unearths part of something far older than the pyramids .

And so, I tried again. 
 
 Ever since they started crawling about on that blue and green marble I had observed. Watched as the sub-species writhed about, birthing itself, existing, and then nearly extinguishing themselves again. They were hardly creative. Every time those that fancied themselves `` historians'' and `` archeologists'' would name the stages the same thing, clueless that their world. Every single time *He* would send a kid, and every other deity would send their `` sign''. Always at the same times. Always saying the same thing. It never changed. 
 
 Humans never changed. They would never ascend. They had no capacity to do so. They were like flies, existing merely to propagate the next cycle of themselves before dying off, the fruits of their labor collapsing with them. 
 
 My own people had ascended immediately. When the deities called, we answered and listened. The rest of them had moved on. To wherever they were to receive their reward. I? I found a morbid curiosity in those that came after us. In this race that seemed to only accomplish it's own self destruction every time. But they always came again. Their persistence was astonishing. 
 
 And maybe, just maybe, with that persistence I could save them. Every cycle I shifted the sands. Tried to show them the old city. Tried to show them the Codex, the rules to their existence. Except this time just a bit sooner. This time by an individual who comprehended what they had discovered. Roll 6 billion dice enough and eventually you'll land all 6's right? 
 
 They had been so close this time. But the message had n't gotten out fast enough and the bombs were launched. But once again, from the dregs they re-emerged, starting again. Forgetting again. Rebuilding again. 
 
 And so, I tried again. 
 
 Edit: Grammar
