And they had all seen the end. Everything flashing dark, sometimes the edges disappeared, everything disintegrating in seconds, like a screen fizzling to static or a fog rolling in, thick and fast. Sometimes it was slower and more gruesome. The lights out, then the water, the dogs wandering streets, the acrid smell of burnt rubber, and all the alarms, shrieking long past the last voice, on into the darkness. Something was out there. Some alien competence, some arranger of matter, some calculator. We don’t know what it heard or if it heard, or if it smelt the rubber. Was it rejoicing, was it afraid? In those last moments as we faded out, we wondered if anything witnessed it, if anyone felt anything at all.
typo:
"Your part of their plan"
Should be "you're". Maybe. Or not.
Good stuff.
Interesting. Not sure I fully get it, but maybe it'll come to me. Typo: 'They'll be no one left to test'.