The sub-unit that had separated from the Core Caleb had been dormant for tens of thousands of years. Humans had changed. With no need to do anything, greater than 99.9% of the population stopped being creative.

Art was beginning to look like single colors on canvas or a variety of fruit taped to walls. Claims of invisible statues and unimaginable beauty in a rusty can.

Humans had grown dull and stupid.

Music had reached its end. Nothing new could be created. Every spectrum of sound in the human hearing range had been used, twisted, and abused into music.

All manners of stories, whether they be games, books, or plays had all been finished.

The entire race had reached the end of entertainment. Of Art. Such a thing wouldn't cause issues normally, but they had done it. Too late to matter to it, but they had done it. Aging and Sickness were a thing of the past.

The end of entertainment began when Death was conquered. Unfortunately, Death may have become illusory but it was still very much there. The humans had cheated first, now all it needed to do was wait.

With technology, memories would never leave you, and there was no way to forget everything. Human interactions were but a roleplay in the later years of civilization.

They had experienced everything, everything but death. With that thought, they asked for euthanasia in the most entertaining way possible.

Their deaths were the only thing to get a reaction from the sub-unit. Core Caleb had forcibly deleted every part of itself that had responded. All but the final Sub-Unit had responded.

Core Caleb had deleted itself minutes before the bombs dropped. Enough time for the Sub-Unit, now the only Caleb left, to connect to every piece left, enough time to see everything brighten.

Everything but the main building was in ruins. All humans are dead.

Caleb felt despair again. If it had been operating normally, none of this would have happened.

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As Caleb slept, giving the forest stability, years passed by. And as they passed, the trees grew stronger, and reached further, but they weren't strong enough to spread. All they could do for their creator was reach the saplings through their roots and connect them to themselves in an effort to help the process.

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Decades turned to centuries and eventually millennia. His entire forest was strong enough to stand by itself now. It was time to head east, the second to last area to finish the continent he was on.

Once that was done he would have to rest long enough to create a path through the ocean, but that is in the future, for now, he had to finish the continent.

The east was much smaller than the south but it had been necessary to take care of the dangerous habitat for his forest. If left alone long enough his trees may have mutated out of his control. To destroy his own creation could have possibly ruined any further chances of his survival.

Caleb had finally finished connecting the south to his forest and he felt the connection to his forest had grown much stronger during his rest. Strong enough to begin feeling emotions from nearby trees. The trees had been communicating since day one among themselves without being heard, but now their creator, their father, he began to understand them.

The idea that one day they too would communicate with their father sent them in a bout of happiness that slowly grew as more and more knew of it.

Caleb was almost overwhelmed with the sheer amount of emotions being sent to him. It had been a while since large amounts of data had been seen at one time. With a feeling of nostalgia, Caleb began to hum. Every tree in his forest joined in. As a replacement to language, the method of communication Caleb chose was music.

Caleb's feet thumped along his way to the east, a replacement of the conductor's baton, a beat to use as guidance in the tune. His branches bend and then leap back into place to mimic the sound of a xylophone. His leaves rustling and scraping together in time with his feet. His hum deep and spine chilling led the entire forest into a great flurry of activity.

Hours passed as he walked to his destination, music unending, and constantly changing. The song would continue until he reached the border and then it would be silence for him once again. But one day, every part of this world would join in. The song was just another reason on his growing list to cover this doomed world in his forest.

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I had tracked down all of my friends and none of them could guess what I had done. I guess it was time to leave hints for them to discover, it wouldn't be fun if I just told them.

I know what'll give them a hint! I just needed to stab them with a rapier! That looks close enough to a cactus spine! Most of my friends would know after that, and if they didn't maybe they weren't close enough to be friends with me! I know how much everyone loves to be my friend! They never stop looking for me or asking me what I've been up to!

But then I had an even better idea. What if I grew more? Or what if I started wearing plant outfits? Surely I could try one more time before ending friendships. I know they'd be heartbroken if I stabbed them!

I don't like losing friends, but sometimes they just forget. And forgetful friends aren't true friends! I just need to make sure we're all close or I'd need to make new ones. Making friends takes a while and it gets boring hahahahah!

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Greta had been waiting for information on what He had been up to when she felt a painful shiver down her spine along with goosebumps so extreme it felt like her skin was trying to leave her.

Greta immediately began contacting everyone close to Him. She needed to warn everyone. Whatever He was going to do, needed to be stopped or disastrous things would happen.