[ WP ] The first diary entry of a person who has been accidentally forgotten and left on Earth when everyone else has ascended to a higher plane .

The sun is setting now, its tired ray struggle to reach the far corners of the sky. It is because of this that I am the last man on earth. I should have known of course the tireless pressure to produce, to ravage the earth of its goodness had come to this. The TV flickers with a quite energy its irregular rhythm suggests that there is not a lot of life left. Another sign. 
 
 The day the world finally gave up was like any other. The sky was that same scorching blue, its heat almost a visible being. It prickled the back of my neck. Something was n't right, and then I saw it. Egg like space ships were descending in droves on a now abandoned city landing with a soft bump, which sent plumes of dust into the air. Slowly, robotically people are flooding inside their faces identically expressionless their movements are a forced calm. No one told me, I guess I was went to figure it out for myself. By separating myself from the rest of humanity I had killed myself. Pretentious ideals I suppose. 
 
 The ships have now taken their fill and begin to rise into that tired sunset and here I am, the last man of earth. Preserved, a snapshot of a forgotten time.
