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This crack in the mountain
Big enough to have a party in
Filled with antlers and old skulls
A cave with a broken ankle
It’s what’s behind the waterfall
In quiet darkness
A place for hibernating bears
Forgotten hunter skeletons
Final days
and the stored nuts of squirrels killed before they could return
There’d be echoes if there were any voices
But there’s just the curtain of the water
Pounding out white noise past the mouth of it
And bones
It’s not eternal but it’s close
A constant hiding spot
A storage hole in the forest
With trees standing guard
And slick rocks by the entrance
This spot is indifferent
Which can mean welcoming
To some people



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So let’s paint North America here. First start with the outline. There you go. And then do a nice little wash of brown across the frontier of it. Dabs of blue here and there. All unspoiled.

Now let’s draw in the borders.

Oh, it looks like it’s pretty hard to draw the borders. The brushes are meeting with a little resistance here. Just dab the brush in whiskey and small pox and then let’s mix a little burnt teepee and burnt wigwam with some Indian red. There you go. Now the borders are being drawn nicely. Just remember, there are no mistakes. Just happy accidents. Now let’s give the whole country a whitewash here just like we did last week when we painted Europe. There you go.

Now let’s clean our brushes.

Oh dear. I can’t seem to clean these brushes. They’re too dirty. I’ll have to get new brushes. Oh there’s aren’t any new brushes. Okay, let’s keep painting with the dirty brushes. Everything will just look like it has a little blood on it.

The natural opposite of red on the colour wheel is green so let’s use that. Paint a lot of green in American. Not the tree kind, the money kind. Let’s get rid of this lake, and this forest, and this forest, and this forest, and this lake, and this river. Let’s paint a little dam here and a city here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

Now let’s mix in some other colours up from down south and let’s add some colours from two weeks ago when we painted Africa. That’s right. Oh those colours are clashing. Let’s add more so that they get along. It’s not happening. Okay. Well, let’s do what we can. Okay, now let’s focus on making our painting better. It’s sort of a mess right now. Okay, now let’s paint the towns and let’s make the cities a little bigger to show that things are going well. Okay, it seems like we’ve run out of green. No worries. We’ll just borrow some from the time we painted the World Banks. Oh it looks like we’re going to need to borrow a lot. Okay, now let’s stop painting in acrylic and start painting with oils. Gosh, it’s getting hard to see the painting with all the different colours. The painting isn’t looking too stable.

Hm. Let’s start over.

Paint a little happy mushroom cloud over here and then another one over here. If you use one of the fan brushes, it’s easy to paint a whole lot of them. Keep going. Now smear those around so they look like the ground. Now add a lot of white like there’s been a long winter. Now wash your canvas.

Okay, now that we have a new canvas, let’s draw North America again. Here’s the outline. And here’s lots of forest green. And here’s lot of clear blue. And here are the mountains. And here are the rivers. And here are the animals coming back. But no humans. No people.

And no borders at all.




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The shifting planes of the emerald ship folded and twisted to expose smaller shards of landing gear as it touched down lightly on the White House lawn. It was a beautiful August day and the sun played off of the shining edges of the massive craft.

All of the world’s news networks were present at a safe distance from the craft’s touchdown point, telephoto lenses extended. They had perceived something newsworthy was happening and had gathered moth-like to the ship’s light.

A long shard extended forward slowly from the gleaming ship until it touched the grass.

The automated weapons that were trained on the ship swiveled to the new door that opened at the top of the walkway.

The creature that ambled down the walkway on several sets of legs had a large, ferocious mouth and three widely-spaced sets of eyes on either side of that mouth. When it got to the bottom of the walkway it reached out one long, taloned toe to touch the grass. Dubious at first, it gingerly stepped onto the grass and then looked around.

“Hello?” it said. Only the wind answered.

The cameras zoomed in. Programs based on intelligence-search SETI and NASA algorithms analyzed the creatures movements and body structure, cataloguing every nanosecond of this first contact. Military AI searched for weaknesses, quivering with as much panic as silicon intelligence was capable of, straining like a dog on a leash, looking for any excuse to open fire. Satellites reflected the live feeds to hundreds of countries and six billion silent homes.

Automated, efficient energy plants supplied power to those homes. Cities were kept running by nanodrones and reconstruction extruders. Even they were tuned into the transmissions that iCams were broadcasting.

“Is there anyone I can talk to?” the alien queried. It had obviously practiced the English language and it looked proud of it. Its voice echoed out over the lawn. No one answered.

Screens flickered all over the earth in billions of homes. Decades-old corpses lay in front of those flickering screens in those quiet buildings.

The disease had escaped and mutated too quickly to be contained. The disease thrived in water, lay dormant in food, breezed through plastic, ignored temperature extremes and was also airborne. The entire civilization had been wiped out in a matter of days. All humans and most mammals had been dead for a long time. The disease itself sputtered out soon after its hosts perished.

Plant life thrived and insects were enjoying a heyday. Meat-eating reptiles were almost extinct. A new ecosystem was growing.

And the automated systems continued masterless. Humans had found ways to power their machines for centuries at a low cost to their economy and the environment. AI discoveries had given the machines limited autonomy. And then the humans had died.

“Well. Uh. I mean. Shoot,” said the alien, pawing the ground, and then in its own language, “this is anticlimactic.”

“Anything?” barked a voice from inside the ship.

“No,” sulked the alien, “It’s just another casket.”

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it. You know the odds against finding a thriving planet-bound civilization right while it’s alive.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The alien walked slowly back up the ramp into the ship.

The cameras mutely tracked the ship’s ascent into the beautiful sky until it disappeared and then turned back to scanning for other area news. The military stood down.

The planet mutely went back to business as usual.




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