The day will come when humanity will make its last stand. The air raid sirens will wail one last time and then in a brief moment, it will all be over. What will we leave behind?
When the last fire goes out, when the smoke clears, when the dust settles, and the last brick falls, what will be left to remember us by? What testament will be left to tell our story? What legacy will be left as our final message to whoever finds it? Will our story even be worth preserving? How will we be remembered?
I tell you now, this is our last stand! If we fail to change course then I fear the day will come when you will hear the sirens wail, a loud rumble in the sky followed by a bright flash and then… nothing! As yourself: How will you remember me? What is my legacy to those that follow?
Neal Stone Philosopher of the Bayou
The Final Transmission