Anthropologist

The anthropologist
came a great
distance to
observe and
study the
recently discovered
subjects.
Nothing was
know about them
Nothing at all.
The anthropologist
was anxious to
get to
work to
set up the
study. The
work would
be intense and
arduous.
Nothing like
these subjects
had ever been
seen before.
In fact finding
them was kismet
being discovered
by exploring a new
region.
Once discovered
the study
was organize
and set in
motion.
The anthropologist
stayed hidden
the observed
had no clue.
First observation.
Their habitat was
covered with
the subjects.
Every nook
and cranny.
The anthropologist
soon learned
the subjects of
the study began
to alarm.
The violence
unlike
anything the
anthropologist
had ever
seen.
Millions slaughtered
in conflict.
The observed
kill
in the name
of their
god.
Kill
for what some
believed
or how some
looked.
Appalled
the anthropologist
could no longer
watch such
depravity and
shut the study
down.
Leaving
the planet,
warning beacons
stationed
at the edges
of the
Solar System
warning all
away.
The message,
locals too
violent,
isolate and
shun for
all existence.
Prompting
the subjects
to ask.
“Where is everyone?”
Little knowing
they were
left for
dead.

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