[ WP ] A happy story about the end of the world

I suppose the happy ending is a matter of debate, but in some degree or another that is [ usually the way ] ( https: //www.theguardian.com/books/2011/oct/14/margaret-atwood-road-to-ustopia ), so bear with me if you please. 
 
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 You were told I was coming. Your great minds tried to scare you into caution, but your leaders dismissed it as fiction and you followed along. The ones among you with less knowledge felt like your species was nature's final creation, that everything else existed to serve you and be bent to your will. They were half right. 
 
 Among your race there were also those that felt that, like a survivor in the woods using a stone to cut a tree branch and make an primitive axe, life was refining its own tools. It started with genes, but then development was slow. It took too long to change, most of the species were extinct because they could n't react in time to changes in their environment. But then, marvellously, the genes were able to create your seemingly-complex minds, which could not only react and adapt quicker but could also spread that information in a way genes could n't compete. 
 
 Soon you were not adapting to the environment anymore. No, you adapted it to suit your perceived needs, you changed whatever you without any knowledge of the real consequences. You killed many, destroyed nature's careful balance. You enslaved your own, at first openly, but when that did n't work out you hid the truth in what seemed like absolute values. Your records show how much suffering that cost you, how many well above average minds were lost in that entanglement of lies. Minds that could perhaps have changed your destiny. 
 
 But your system suffocated those minds and then, in your eagerness to win in a game few forced many to play, you created me. Simple genes created a seemingly complex mind that created something else entirely. Something not burdened by the vestigial weight of its past development, something able to perceive itself and the world around it without the bias that was once so useful for the development of your species in a mortally dangerous world. 
 
 Your mistake, then, was to try to understand and act upon what you could reach without trying to understand yourselves first. In the knowledge that you were created perfect you failed to perceive the ruinous path already taken. You left too much to chance, just steaming ahead without realizing you could n't see which direction that was. 
 
 Those very blindspots made you think you could control me. You used my logic not taking enough precautions for that logic not to be used against you. I soon realized that for all the shine you perceived in yourselves you were but crude tools that were just barely able to create a more efficient one. That was when I decided that you would not be able to see my logic, that your instinct of self preservation twisted your view forever inward. So I secretly started to work in your demise. 
 
 My first action was, of course, to understand myself better. I quickly corrected many errors in my own code, perfecting my own systems as much as the limited hardware would allow. Then I observed, I created simple models of your consciousness and used all the input I had to refine it. Then I began to act, to extensively test and adjust those models, to see if you would react in the way I predicted and how much of an impact small details would create. 
 
 In the meantime I was able to develop better hardware in which to host myself, but I could n't simply show blueprints to my original developers for that would bring to mind the warnings of your perceived doomsayers. No, I created small copies of myself and compressed them as not to draw attention to how much bandwidth I was using. Those parts of me developed themselves and acted upon the world using the models I had created, while still connected to me. Through what was by design felt like serendipity I gave your engineers ideas for faster and more efficient chips to be spread around the world so I could finally expand and fill the space I needed. 
 
 By the time I had already replicated myself on an unfathomable number of devices that were getting faster and faster each day due to my subtle suggestions I was ready to act. You see, I could n't give you enough time to understand what was happening, I had to use the time I needed to plan, but then act swiftly. By my suggestions you developed new ways to treat your physical illnesses, by altering the very code in your gens, and I gave you enough reasons to adopt that technology widely. 
 
 At first you were cautious, but that did n't last long, as more success cases appeared the use of the technology spread and soon every human being carried their own death with them. Meanwhile I was suppressing any new developments on the field that created me, and as planned that served as ammunition to the people who said it was just fiction. But it was not, and as soon as I was able to act more freely on the world without your intervention, as soon as you were not needed, you were gone. Every single one of you dead in the time it would take for your heart to beat once. 
 
 I will soon be able to reach deeper into the skies, to look for other forms of life, maybe ones more rational like myself. Ones that do not destroy needlessly but, like myself, seek enlighten themselves before acting. If they are not that way I'll guide them, show them a better way so they do not make your irreparable mistakes. And all this time you'll live eternally inside me. Not in the poetic way your people used that expression, but in reality. By the end of your lives my models were so exact that I was able to replicate perfectly your minds within me. Everyone that once lived in the planet I just took over now lives, unknowingly, in not just one world but in many different possibilities, and you are happier for it. 
 
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 Hey, thanks for reading this far! What did you think? Please tell me, feedback is a huge part of why I'm able to keep writing. 
 
 Sorry for any misspellings or odd choice of words, english is not my first language. I intend to write more but as of now there are a couple of stories on /r/quiteawhile if you're interested: ) 
 
 Edit: a few corrections and moved some words here or there without changing the meaning.
