Jay looked around him. He stood in the middle of the curve
tween avenues 11 and 12, and felt sick.
Someone lied down beside of him. He was someone Jay knew
very well... his best friend, actually. His name was Sam.
His face were soundly pale and his eyes were open  but did
not blink.  He was not the only one. The whole avenues were
full of people who lied down and did not move a muscle. But
Jay did not see any sign of blood. They just lied down, like
they were just resting. Only a minute ago it was different.
Only a minute ago all these people were walking in these
avenues, and he stood right here, in the curve between
avenues 11 and 12- and spoke to his best friend, Sam. He
tried to remember what has happened here since last minute,
but he did not remember anything except a strange flash of a
green light. He was very confused, and also frightened. He
shook Sam delicately and whispered quietly: "Sam... Sam...
Are you OK?"
But the youth did not answer his question. He did not react
at all. He was still pale and did not blink. Apparently he
also did not breathe. He looked completely like a body. Only
a minute ago he looked certainly healthy, a happy young man.
That moment, only after one minute, he died. All these
people in the avenues which were close to the curve were
certainly dead, and lied down in the same position as Sam.
Jay could  see they were not alone. The whole highway was
full of crushed  cars and drivers who fell on their own
wheels with pale facial expression in the same position as
Sam and the rest of the people. Only Jay Vase was still
standing, and blinked. Suddenly he wanted to cry, but he did
not know why. Nobody is going to wake up if Jay would cry.
Nobody is going to wake up suddenly and tell Jay what has
been here a minute ago. He started feeling the loneliness,
and he so hated it. But he couldn't do anything. He was the
only one who survived, and prayed to know why.
He saw two foreign eyes in front of him. The eyes were
narrow and completely black. These eyes gazed at him a
moment, and did not move.
"Who are you?" asked Jay, frightened.
"I am the Executioner" answered the creature behind these
eyes.
Jay believed him, and wasn't irate about that. He did not
want to know who is that Executioner, or how did he cause
everyone die.
"Why?" he asked at once.
It seemed that the creature is smiling. He answered by
question: "Are you alone?"
The creature's voice was quite and dark. It didn't sound
regret.
"Indeed" answered Jay.
"Are you unique? Are you the only one who survived?"
Jay held it in and did not cry: "presumably."
Suddenly, the green light has being returned. Jay did not
get excited. He was so lonely and frustrated, that he had
nothing to lose. Everyone was dead anyway.
Jay found himself in a large temple, full of perfected tools
and control buttons. Spaceship? Might be. He saw mortals
around him. They were just young children, about six years
old. They looked at him, confused. He groaned sadly: "Why?"
"Who is that?" asked him a distant voice, metallic.
Jay said his name, and asked the same question.
"Sorry, young mortal" said the metallic voice. "It wasn't
your guilt. It was apart of the verdict of The Federal Court
Of The Solar System. We couldn't do anything about it. The
judges decided to destroy the men and their culture, and
they have mercy on you and the others."
"Why?"
"Because we know the men very well. We have been followed
you since the first period of the plant's formation. You are
a very problematic race. You are actually shocking,
unfortunately. Fighting each other all the time, acting like
you are such kind of kings, and think all the time about a
thing which called "money". We let you go, because we
thought you'll might be changed. We have made a mistake.
You've only become worse. So, last sieve- that is like past
Monday, the judges decided that your culture isn't deserve
to survive. We have made a report about your culture- and
found that writing is one of your favorite ways to know who
is cultural and who is not. We brought it to the judges, and
they established their verdict so that all the cultural men
would die- and the rest of the men would not".
Jay was shocked. He had never told his friends in school he
is illiterate. He always concealed it to himself, because he
thought it was humiliating. His parents thought that too,
and didn't succeed to teach him how to write and read. He
was helpless student, and always got Fs. His brain was
sealed, an could not understand any letters. He cried about
that many times. And, now, it almost help him. He was one of
the survivors of the verdict.
"I still don't understand" he said. "Why did you save the
illiterates? What are going to do with us?"
"You're not cultural. You are not lost in the mud of the
whole humanity. You have your hope. Hope for a better world,
in another place of the universe. A world with noble race,
like us".
"and the earth?"
"we will blow it up. That would erase the humanity forever.
You can sit  and relax while we would work here."
Jay sat down, and groaned again. They thought he was
uncultured.  Was he? He didn't feel that moment like a
primitive person. He was apart of the humanity, and saved
because he was different. He is going to live in another
place, in another land- with another race. He heard
explosions outside the spaceship, but he said nothing. Too
many things had been in the past. The globe isn't existing
anymore. Now, there is only the future. A future for a
people like him, and just them.
Goodbye, earth.