Grant, we beseech thee

        "True, we are all going to die. But, we can choose to live our
        lives as free men... and women in a bold new world."
        the speech had been broadcast in all languages to all the
        countries of the world. It was on replay. Grant observered the
        well dressed man on his view screen, making this final plea.
        He cleaned his antennae, with an antiseptic napkin. Well,
        Grant wasn't human.

        There were no humans. The earth was a massive junkyard.
        "Hun! Would you look at those dumps! There's a lifetime of
        food!" Grant clicked. Grant was an anthropod cockroach.
        What was a sad spoiled gray planet, was a world of tasty
        scraps and raw matterial to Grant's tiny black eyes.

        Lily brought some tuna cans up to Grant. "Who's that?"
        She asked, staring at the bald man. The bald man had
        the tips of his fingers pressed under his chin as he continued
        his impassioned speech about over population and pollution.
        "I guess he's a Queen or something like it." Grant shook his
        four arms and adjusted his scavenging equipment. "I think I
        can refine that nuclear waste into proton fuel. Oh! Is that
        peanut butter?!" Grant was too excited to notice the bald man
        crying on the video replay.

        Grant nibbled the peanut butter he had extracted, "Hmmmmmm.
        Hunnn! Play some Frank Sinatra. And I did it myyyyy wayyyy!"
        Grant chuckled. "I want some more olive oil for our babies." Lily
        clicked affectionately. "O.K. I'll circle around Brooklyn."
        he knew she must be obeyed.

        "The notion that space travel will save us from extinction ignores
        our own self distructive nature.. We do not have the resourses to
        wander in the vastness of space... A new race must evolve.
        We have the means and determination to survive." the bald man
        continued and held up a cockroach: "This is our legacy!"
        Grant and Lily stared a the video screen. Lily rubbed her antennae.
        "Wow. That's weird." clicked Grant.


        Lily got her olive oil. Grant nibbled his peanut butter and pondered
        the broadcast they had witnessed. "I guess you just don't know
        what you'll find at the dump." he clicked to Lily.


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