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Part of a natural granite formation, some twenty meters

high, the east face of this section had been polished to a
perfect sheen that sometimes even shimmered during
daylight.  The entire botanical garden was to have been
centered upon it, although no life form---vegetal or animal---
can survive here under the present condition.  No

other structure withstood the blast; the landscape has been,

literally, leveled, devestated and poisoned in a flash so

sudden that only the most sophisticated devices could

have measured the fraction of time required for the process.
Bur no human beings remain alive to inquire, and the

machines that had recorded were not able to care about the

such questions---including the vast extent and the
centenarian duration of the radiocatice pall.  A smear in the

general shape of you now appears on the wall---a

vague image, more of a caricature than a depiction; all that
remained after your immediate evaporation and dissolution into the

constituent atoms of your flesh, an event caused by the

enormous power released from other atoms that had been

fused in a thermonuclear detonation.  No eyes notice---and

no minds wonder at---the barely detectable movement of this

smear, a kind of nervous twitching; and only you are now

aware of your own sentience, forever fastened to the

polished surface of this granite---which is now more of a

headstone, or monument than an architectural accomplishment, and

bears silent witness to the annihlated absence---now and

ever forward of that which had one designated itself the human species.

Starward