[ WP ] `` Look , '' it said . `` The humans have come . ''

After efficient intergalactic space travel had been discovered on Earth, the humans did what humans did best. They set out in their sleek ships, stocked with sleeping lasers and sleeping bodies, and set out into the void. They crashed onto the lands of other races, eradicating what they saw, and subjugating the rest. Humans seemed determined to become a virus, to grow their colonies on the most fertile soils, to spread to the distant reaches of the universe, and to plague every corner with their diseased ilk. To infinity and beyond. 
 
 The first species to be conquered were... surprised, really. A race, so feeble, yet so ambitious! They had merely discovered space travel a few hundred years ago; what could they do? The leaders laughed. `` Look,'' they said. `` The humans have come.'' 
 
 How quickly they fell to their own hubris. Skies burned that day. Lands burned that day. Life burned that day. And no-one took notice to the plight of the species. 
 
 It was only after the hundredth pillaging that the alliances began to smell danger. Slowly, the statement made in jest became one made in fear. Civilizations waited, huddled near their radios, waiting every day in the hopes their leaders would never say the words. `` The humans have come.'' Some fell to the belief that their defenses were strong enough to overcome the firepower. Some fell waiting for their allies to save the day. Some took action against the incoming threat, and fell anyway. Over the course of thousands and thousands of years, the universe bled slowly, an internal wound that could not be staunched. 
 
 None of these things matter anymore. We are the last race. We have waited anxiously for many years. As a species, we hoped to make the most of whatever precious time we had left. And every day, we turned on our radios, and we listened, and we waited. 
 
 Today we finished waiting. 
 
 Look, it said. The humans have come.
