Fallimur

When the apocalypse came, it was not brought by our advanced robotics or a sudden deluge or ceasing of childbirth, but by our ineptitude at accomplishing anything more than fancy and clever ways of moving stuff around. I figured it's our time, that this was bound to happen eventually, so I'll just putz around in my hometown with my family while we see this thing through. As I listlessly kick pine cones around a plaza parking lot, I watch my little daughter futilely scoop up stray hamsters that amble out of the pet store next to our old favorite Italian restaurant and place them carefully in a dirty suitcase bound with shoestring, humming songs from her favorite musicals, so I yell over to her, "Honey, it's over, there's no point in taking them."

For a moment, she stares pensively at a fuzzy brown lump nestled in her palms, before saying, "But daddy, if this is the end, there's no point in leaving them either."