The Last Moron On Earth

A soft, peculiar hum began quite unexpectedly in the early morning hours one Saturday. It rose to a crescendo and everything stopped suddenly.

Nothing had changed.

Homes and buildings across the globe lay silent.

In the darkness of the night, a pale yellow light pooled from numerous streetlamps to the cool pavement below.

The light buzz of their lamps could be heard in the extending silence.

A vast wing of unimaginable power stretched itself over all creation. An untold number of multicolored sparks danced chaotically across the atmosphere before vanishing, taking billions of faces below with them in an instant.

The world as we knew had ended.

In a dark room, a lone figure turned in their sleep.