How did we go wrong?
She and I had a perfect love. Oh, how we played God with the first Homo Sapiens. Ah, their luscious suffering and inevitable end! She laughed at their wheezing, fevers, and cold sweats. I sighed as I drew away their last breath.
Millenia after millenia, we danced across the Earth. Plagues were her favorite: how easily they spread, how debilitating they were. I, myself, had no preferences. The end is the end, whatever the cause.
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