[ IP ] Nebulous Nightmares [ x-post from /r/creepy ]

Humans comfort themselves with the idea that there is some God, some type of insurance after death. That we're so special, a God has always existed for our convenience. We were such an arrogant species, filled with false hope and a narrow-minded view on the universe. 
 
 [ 3106 A.D., Quadrant 2, Milky Way Galaxy ] 
 
 Our ancestors were wasteful, and after using up almost all of Earth's resources, we used our remaining metals to build three spaceships. Our scientists picked three different Earth-like planets, and sent 30,000 of our species greatest minds to our new homes. 
 
 My home is on our 14th colonized planet, Golandia. If you look around, you can see everyone is crying and wearing black, so yeah, it's a funeral. Whose funeral, you may ask? My brother's, who died a month ago. Please, hold the “ sorry ’ s, ” do n't feel sad for me now, I'm just beginning to tell you my story. 
 My brother was a pilot in the 1104th Golandia Squadron. He was a good guy, and actually wanted to protect this desolate rock that we could abandon at a moment ’ s notice. Two months ago, our planet picked up a weird signal that a distant sun, about 1.83 light years away, was collapsing. Scientists couldn ’ t figure out why a sun that was half way through its supply of hydrogen, was collapsing. Naturally, being the paranoid species that we are, we sent two scientists and a squadron of pilots to study this mysterious sun. 
 
 Before I go on, I must explain to you, we are a ‘ Type 2 ’ civilization. We can harness our sun ’ s energy, and manipulate our solar system to our very liking. As a species, we have nearly mastered the art of travel, creating and destroying wormholes to aid in our reach across the universe. 
 
 When my brother went through that wormhole, I received a message a week later, a picture of God-like beings collapsing a sun with their unquantifiable power. A Type 3 civilization exists, they are the masters of the universe. They are so advanced, they can manipulate the actual fiber of the universe, immune to the laws that bound us mortals. Hopefully, when they come to Golandia, our death will be as quick as my brothers. They are beings beyond mass, and we are specks of dust.
