[ WP ] There is one last stick of magical gum in your pocket .

That moment I stared, into the dark and fiery planet around me. It's scorched skin charred and crisp, burning my nostrils as I inhaled it's black fumes. Despite the flames the planet Earth has become cold. The sky, dark with poison cloaked the sky. We had this coming. We deserved this. 
 
 As I look down into my hand, staring at the last piece of gum wrapped in its foil casing, I lifted my bottle of water to my lips and took a drink and pondered how I would use this final piece. My first use of it's magic, reality altering powers was to make myself wealthy. Unbelievably wealthy. To the point of being superfluous. My second use was to be sure that I could never fall ill or die which now is looking to have been a mistake. As I went on over time using my powers for many magical feats, some silly and some serious I became bored. Using sticks of gum to feed the world and to do for them what they should have been doing for themselves became an obvious mistake. Once you stop feeding the world and everyone has become lazy and fat and suddenly they have nothing to eat and have no skills to grow more food things can get a little heated. 
 
 I do n't know how many decades have passed to get to this point... I've lost count. Trying to remember what I did twenty years ago when you're a couple hundred years old is like trying to remember your sixth grade locker combination. You may have a vague idea of some of the numbers but you'll never really pull it all together. Now here I am in the scorched Earth, bombs have dropped and everyone and every thing is dead except me. I've seen terrible horrors. Children brutally murdered in waves over territory or slave work. People eating people to stay alive. I know partially this is my fault, but I ca n't claim responsibility for all of this. Can I? 
 
 I unfold the foil wrapper, and look at the chewable stick of gum. Still unsure of what I'll do next. Is humanity worth bringing back? Can I rewind time far enough to stop all of this? Would I even know where to start? What year I should stop at to fix all this? Or maybe Mankind is not worth saving. That this was the end result no matter what the steps were to get us here. I could create a few million people with fully developed consciousness and moral reasoning and a healthy planet full of life to start all over....Or maybe I should just kill myself. Use this last magic piece of gum, right here in my hand to wish myself off of this planet so the human race will forever cease to exist. 
 
 As I think on which choice to make I take another sip of water. I take the stick of gum out of the foil completely and lift it to my mouth. I fold it in half as it enters and I begin to chew. My mouth waters and the saliva in my mouth increases as the juiciness of the gum sweetens my lips and I realize I've made my decision. I chew down on the gum and I make my wish.
