[ WP ] Humans were created in order to protect the earth and prevent mass extinctions from happening again . Somewhere along the way , humans deviated from their role . The gods meet to discuss the problem at hand

A grizzled, obviously haggard god with an unkempt beard presides over five somewhat subservient gods. `` And yet again, we are here,'' he sighs, withdrawn. Subtle murmurs, but otherwise just an obligatory level of attention was given as a response. 
 
 `` We should just do it already,'' she said, finally speaking up. 
 
 `` We ca n't treat them like the reptiles,'' He snapped back, `` They are too like us for that.'' 
 
 `` You barely gave those god damn reptiles arms half the time and you expected them to save the world,'' she mused, `` But you destroyed them for failing to save themselves against your wrath,'' she laughed and continued, `` You have always loved these people, these bags of rancid pulp in a way I never understood. They are not like us. Maybe you are like them.'' 
 
 She was proud, and rightfully so. His only reason for feeling insulted by her comment forced him to acknowledge and agree with her argument. He knew this and he calmed down, not in defeat, but rather settled like a snapped branch falling, slowly and briefly residing on the canopy that it is yet is n't a part of anymore. 
 
 `` A different way,'' he uttered, then repeated, `` A very different way!'' 
 
 The others sat up, visibly thirsty for the promise of the inspiration in his words. 
 
 `` What if,'' he leaned toward them, resting on an elbow, `` What if we just do n't send the asteroid?'' 
 
 They erupted with an incredulous cacophony, `` Do n't send it? DO N'T SEND IT!?'' 
 
 `` Did he say not to send it?'' 
 
 `` Preposterous.'' 
 
 `` How can we not?'' 
 
 He held his hands up, seemingly to say `` I hear you,'' and `` stop talking'' at once. 
 
 `` Let me continue,'' he said, luring them into listening by drastically cutting the volume out of his voice, `` We know that it has been sent already. But do we know that it must hit?'' 
 
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 Nestled deeply into the soft canopy of her childhood bed, a mother cradled a daughter and by the light of the second moon read. 
 
 

