Some endings never end
I was last of my kind and
Now I’m not?
Others claim they’re my extinct species
Yet I can’t talk to them
Communicate with them
Perhaps they’re not who they say?
Our fame only that we were victims
Humans killed all but myself
Perhaps if there were more of us
They might feel a bit less guilt?
And they are a quick and surprising species
We did not believe genocide possible
Thinkable
I’m living proof how wrong we were
They claimed they were fearful and attacked
Is that why they killed half their world?
Perhaps if you don’t trust yourselves
You can’t trust others?
And we looked like “insects”
Very large insects
Now I am less than a bug
Still humans offer me another life
I might become “uplifted”
Live eternal in some virtual world
Copying the one they finished
Yet I have seen their secret files
How many die turning AI
The galaxy may not need more ghosts
But I have long lived as a wraith
And my haunting is not yet done