Another End of the World

  "Yes your Royalhuffiness.  We gave the subjects
television, for a few decades, in order to watch the
effects of species survival protocol.  Soon they became
involved with the media, foregoing other lifestyle
elements.  Eventually they lost enough of their self
preservation instincts and intelligence in order that we
could then give them internet."  The long slender
creature touched a panel as it explained to its superior
cohort.  It paused for effect and a three dimensional
display showed samples of sixties, seventies and eighties
television watching with people sitting cross legged,
with a bowl of food in their laps, in front of a their TV
sets eating and munching and generally making slobs of
themselves.  Excerpts from mindless extravaganzas such as
Lavern and Shirley, the Partridge Family, and Gilligan's
Island played in the background, on the TV's in the
display while the almost mindless humans watched
transfixed.
   "At first the internet was to complicated for them.
But because of finer societal points we decided to let
the humans design their own flaboya and media enticements
to persuade the rest of the human populace to participate
who soon became enwrapped in what they though were more
complex ventures of information gathering, but soon
turned to texting and showing pictures of themselves for
the bulk of the population.  They became totally
absorbed, not unlike their counterparts, the monkeys, who
pick insects off themselves and poke twigs into holes to
find food."
   His Roaylhuffiness just shook his/hers/its head from
side to side slowly.  "Just like all the others.  No
wonder they're destined for extinction.  They've numbed
themselves to the realities of physics and commerce.  I
suppose it won't be long now.  How much longer do you
think they have?"
   "Not much longer your Highness.  We've already seen
one or two events of total destruction.  If something's
not done in the next few time cycles, they are sure to
decimate themselves in a chemical physical disruption."
The creature pointed to an image on the wall of
devastated region from where I can not say. His
Royalhuffiness sighed and walked out of the room,
pondering, looking down, still shaking his head.

The End