Written by: A parasite.

(shaking head and thinking it is a bad mistake to let the purple blob write about history)

Once upon a time, a time once called 19th June, there was a holiday called, Juneteenth. Juneteenth was also a part of the month called pride month.

Juneteenth was a holiday celebrating the color black while pride celebrated a rainbow of colors, colors so very important to humans consumed by colors.

Humans see all sorts of color. They see green when throwing up after binging on alcohol, they see red when listening to politicians, they see white when whacked in the head with a baseball bat. Yes, for humans June was a very important month especially in a landmass once bearing the title, United States of America.

In a place once called a city, Chicago in an area once known as Illinois there was once a celebration on the 19th of June where a dead president (president: see footnote description to describe corruption/evil/hate) whose name is now lost to history yet thought to sound like bama. Possibly alluding to a state called Alabama.

On the 19th of June in the year of the second terror of 26 where 47 was ruling, a monstrosity built by humans to celebrate corruption was celebrated.

Much is lost in the history of humanity. After the great war and collision of the comet of Death the remnants of history were mostly stored in the archives of those species visiting the planet and storing what they could glean from surviving machines the humans had left before their collective extinction.

The visitors did collect some of the human species who survived and while in the experiments to modify their biological markers, those survivors were no longer able to replicate due to nuclear degradation and X-2b1 influences thus ensuring the end to a failed experiment at planet colonization.

Earth. That was the name of the planet now void of humans and most advanced life forms. The environment was now very hostile to life and in the ensuing waves of evolution the substance the humans had introduced into the core would abruptly cease any advances. Ironic that X-2b1 was once the innocent brainchild of a human hybrid called, elo musky. (or maybe the records show allen tusk?) was also the creation ensuring the final demise of humans.

The visitors had long ago left the dead planet to die in its own way of solar violence. A shattered moon, a dimming sun; oceans almost dry. A pitiful orb more along the metaphor of a old moldy cigarette butt.

Now, with nothing to view or monitor the dead planet it left peace and quiet for the mutated cockroaches now roaming the harsh surface, a surface where once was a city called, Chicago. A city where mutated huge cockroaches white in color were now currently engaged in a massive orgy. And for the few remaining millions of years before the sun went nova, life was finally good on the planet.

The end.

(Yep, note to self, never let the parasite write about history. Maybe next time I will let it write about the future…)