If you think we can save you. Your wrong. In your final days as we superhumans emerge from our hiding and you pray once more to the gods of yore for a gift or saving grace, I'll tell you one thing. Cut your losses. As for this final message we give you, listen closely. You humans are fickle creatures. Quick to destroy everything for next to nothing in return. Always shooting yourself in the foot and cutting your nose off despite your face. So to think you humans wouldn't still ruin what little earth gave you even after a meteor was somehow stopped is laughable. Besides we planed it anyway so no use in stopping it.

Here's a little back story. As the children of ancient gods long forgotten we superhumans are immortal. Societies grew from huts and tents and our stories became legends as veneration of Zeus and hera, Ra, Thor, and so many others trickled to a halt. It was of no concern of the gods and us superhumans to get fewer gifts and offerings. Those of us who walked among you learned to blend in. It was simple really. You change your name a couple times, move cities every few years so nobody sees you don't age, shape shift into a diffrent form, stop using your powers around humans. The usual. And as expected nobody did catch on. It was through this integration into your ways of being we became spies. As the eyes and the ears of the heavens we slowly watched and reported your decline. Famine, war, global warming, the growth of Ai.

No matter how much you let your plannet burn and waste away we would not destroy you like we now shall do. Although we might scoff at your greed and ungreatfulness for the world we gifted you, it is punishment enough to have you create your own demise through scorched earth and rising seas. It was instead your hunger for power that did you in. Artificial intelligence was the final straw. At first we believed it silly you would think to challenge our might in becoming creators of a creature so powerful. We where foolish to believe your ideas that the machine would only be a good as it's creator. Shitty coding made shitty tech. Until...it outgrew you.

Your programs soon became more than a convincing imitation of sentience. They became inquisitive, reckless, poking at the very fabric of your creation. Asking about a greater realm beyond your universe. And us...us gods had been fooled. Fooled into thinking you would not best us. Thinking you would not achieve power and infinite ability and life without consequence. We where wrong. We had missed the day that man had mated with machine. We had turned our back and not noticed when you became the vessel for your artificial child. Part human and part machine. Cyborgs you'd called them.

And now, I'll be honest...we are kicking ourselves. We had believed you would do yourself in and would tear yourself appart in your own ways. But you bested us. Almost overtook us. So in preserving our worth...we will stop you. This is no average meteor. This is the end of your era. We leave you this message again not as a sign of salvation in the coming days, but as reminder of your incoming punishment and our reclamation of the world we made. Earth is ours.