[ WP ] You 're the last person on earth . Death comes to collect your soul , but decides not to . Why ?

**EDIT** This took on a life of its own, and I did n't have a plan in mind when I started. It ended up longer than I had intended. My thought was n't to offend anyone, and I tried to keep it PG. Hope you enjoy, and realize I just wrote what came to my mind. **END EDIT** 
 
 
 Everyday Renard awakens. To a stark nothingness. He imbibed every sort of intoxicating beverage, indulged in every narcotic, and sampled all of the `` forbidden fruits'' he had been to fearful to try in life. 
 
 The problem was, he was still alive. In fact, he was the only mega-fauna alive on Earth as far as he could tell. The decline had been slow at first. 
 
 It started about three generations before his birth. Mankind had reached new heights of technology. The spiritual had been revealed, and there were few mysteries left in life. An unknown toll on the environment was taking place though. It was n't as obvious as the toxic waste of the 20th century, or the coal burning of the 19th century. 
 
 This was so subtle that nobody notices until it was arguably too late. 
 
 Renard was 25 years old and had a curious passion for science which had begun to dwindle in humanity about the time of his birth. The mysteries of the universe had been solved, even the bodies of the gods had been glimpsed in the extra dimensional pocket in which they had resided. 
 
 Therefore he had to learn what he could through old writings, and recordings. By the time he was a man, the death of the world became obvious to mankind. 
 
 Electromagnetic interference due to the experiments of the last few generations, creatures began to lose the will to reproduce. Even humans. 
 
 Even with the knowledge of our race's impending doom, the will to go on was n't present. Without discovery, it turned out, the human race was happy to lie down for a nap, never to wake again. 
 
 It was on the day of his 25th birthday that Renard discovered death. Not death as the act, but the mythological being that had haunted mankind for millennia. Death was around, and quite busy at the time. Renard knew that he much contact death. If he could only stop the planet's decline, he could figure out a way to reverse this apathy, and we could live on. 
 
 After three years of experimentation he finally caught the great gloom's attention. 
 
 Stepping out in a great shadowy splendor in the mortal realm, he stood at his full imposing height of nearly 10 feet. `` Why do you disturb my busy work?'' his voice was terrifying as it held more pitches and tones than Renard's human mind could comprehend. 
 
 Renard realized that time had stopped as the great being, this demi-god stood before him. 
 
 `` I am no demi-god, I am what your species has called an angel, or a demon, or spirit in the past.'' Death boomed, reading Renard's thoughts. 
 
 Standing up straight and gathering his composure, Renard spoke, aware that he need not. `` You ca n't not let my race die. The universe is too empty as it is.'' His voice only shook one time, and he was confident that he could sway Death to his plight. 
 
 A sound as if metal was grating, echoes of madness, and maggots crawling around in a bloated carcass made up the sound of his laugh. It nearly drove Renard mad, if he was n't already. `` The universe was empty before, he shall be empty again. We have our jobs. Mine is nearly complete. Why should I stop? For man's hubris? You're the only member of your species that even desires to live.'' He spoke plainly and truthful. There was no reason to lie at this point. 
 
 `` I do n't think it should end like this. Do not let my species go so quietly. We can have hope again, wonder. I will show you.'' Renard was screaming by the end. 
 
 Yet the specter dissipated and time resumed. Renard was n't even sure if that had truly transpired, or if his mind had fabricated it to account for his loneliness. 
 
 It was within the next two years that all creatures around him were dead. The sound of quiet was around him everywhere. He traveled all over the world, sending out radio signals, but received no response. 
 
 Alone and finally having his spirit defeated, he decided to end it. There would be no further people. 
 
 Death appeared again, but time moved on this time. 
 
 His appearance was much less frightful and Renard only noticed it because his mind would n't let the thought pass idly. 
 
 `` You've come for me Specter!'' He shouted. `` You've won!'' Renard dropped to his knees and opened his arms to death as if to embrace a friend. `` Take me and lets be done with this universe.'' 
 
 `` I shall not.'' Death replied simply. 
 
 A look of crushing defeat washed over the last man on earth. `` Wh-'' he could n't even argue or form the words. 
 
 `` Why?'' Death asked for him. `` For is n't it obvious? You asked that I not end the species, so I shall grant you your wish. The last request of dying man is often granted.'' He laughed again, this time a much more human sound. 
 
 `` I sha n't have my requested granted then since I'm not dying.'' But even he realized the futility of the paradoxical argument. 
 
 `` You shall live, or another person shall, but humanity will ever press on.'' The specter stood and walked away. Renard was crushed. 
 
 Over the next few weeks, he tried everything. Suicide, assisted suicide, drugs, alcohol, starvation, but somehow everytime something had let him life. Even jumping from a building a updraft of wind had stopped his descent leaving him lying on the ground only bruised. 
 
 He roamed the earth like this for a few thousand years. Most of the humanities triumphs crumbled and withered away. The world returned to its natural state. Eventually life began to return to the planet. Mice and lizards, and then even small predators. He was able to witness evolution on a grand scale. 
 
 Ice ages passed. Centuries, followed by eons, until Renard did n't know time anymore. 
 
 Life now flourished on Earth, creatures he had only heard of seemed to have returned to Earth, but not mankind. Not primates. 
 
 As he thought of primates, a truly strange event happened. A pattern of double helix flashed before his eyes. As he focused on it, a cell formed and floated away. 
 
 Perplexed, Renard meditated. Generations more passed and he started to lose sense of his self. He felt like he was becoming many different fractions of himself. Working independently and together. The world began to conform to his will. 
 
 At last at peace he realized the only way to be released from this form was to create new ones. So he created one of each, a male and female. 
 
 As they grew he taught them things, and told them not to know each other intimately or they would be cast out and they would no longer live forever. 
 
 Centuries passed with me teaching these new humans about the world. I was careful not to teach them too much, as they might lose their curiosity as we once had. As they became more sure of their place in the world, I began to fade from the world. 
 
 One night as I walked around I found them in the throes of passion. 
 
 They turned to see me, and were shamed. I tried to tell them not to, but they had created life, and I was no more.
