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Anthropologist

The anthropologist came a great distance to observe and study the recently discovered subjects. Nothing was know about them Nothing at all. The anthropologist was anxious to get to work to set up the study. The work would be intense and arduous. Nothing like these subjects had ever been seen before. In fact finding them was kismet being discovered by exploring a new region. Once discovered the study was organize and set in motion. The anthropologist stayed hidden the observed had no clue. First observation. Their habitat was covered with the subjects. Every nook and cranny. The anthropologist soon learned the subjects of the study began to alarm. The violence unlike anything the anthropologist had ever seen. Millions slaughtered in conflict. The observed kill in the name of their god. Kill for what some believed or how some looked. Appalled the anthropologist could no longer watch such depravity and shut the study down. Leaving the planet, warning beacons stationed at the edges of the Solar System warning all away. The message, locals too violent, isolate and shun for all existence. Prompting the subjects to ask. “Where is everyone?” Little knowing they were left for dead.

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