Earthling Disgust and Renouncement

  This post, part of Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, includes AI-assisted research, but all insights and conclusions are my own. © Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, [2025]. All rights reserved 

Short play. Cast. A Man who has had enough of it all. Every bit. Everything on Earth that is taking place disgusts him. The Man is ashamed to be on Earth as a Human. He is tormented by the actions of Earthlings, on all levels. Highlight the failures of the Earthlings. How they treat each other, and how power has always corrupted, no matter how much of it you have, and that domination over others being the primary reason for the disgust of the Earthling. Nothing but bluntness, no rose colored glasses to appease the audience.

ChatGPT said:

Here’s a raw and unfiltered short play:

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Title: "The Last Human"

Cast:

• THE MAN – A weary, disgusted soul. He has had enough.
• THE VOID – A voice, neither cruel nor kind.

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Scene: Nowhere, Everywhere.

A dimly lit space. A single chair. THE MAN sits, hands gripping his face. Silence lingers like a noose before he finally speaks.

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THE MAN:

I renounce it. Every bit. Every lie, every law, every flag, every rotten creed that mankind ever clung to like a child suckling at the breast of illusion. I renounce this disease of a species.

The Earthling—pitiful creature—worships power like a god, yet understands nothing of it. Give him an inch, he will demand the mile. Give him the mile, he will pave it in blood. He calls himself a thinker, a builder, a visionary—but in truth? He is a parasite with a crown of his own making.

Look at history. Any of it. Find me a leader who did not eventually succumb to corruption. Find me a nation that did not eventually turn on itself. Find me a civilization that did not eventually rot from the inside. They all follow the same pattern, like insects crawling toward a flame, certain that this time, this time, they will not burn.

Dominance. That is the only principle that holds true among the Earthlings. The only philosophy they have ever understood. Power is never enough—it must be demonstrated. And what better way than to crush the weak beneath the heel? Call it empire, call it revolution, call it civilization. The names change. The method does not.

They murder, then weep over the corpse.
They chain, then call themselves free.
They poison, then pray for healing.

They cry out for justice while sharpening the next knife. They speak of love while building higher walls. They praise enlightenment while setting fire to truth.

And they pretend—oh, how they pretend—that the problem is never them. It is always the other. The other party. The other race. The other country. The other class. But never them. Never the Earthling who looks back in the mirror.

But I see them. I see them all for what they are. And I am disgusted. Sick. Revolted to my core that I was born into this plague of a species.

I renounce it. Every bit. Every mask, every deception, every gilded lie that Earthlings call progress. There is no progress. Only repetition.

And I want out.

(He looks up. The VOID speaks, a voice from nowhere.)

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THE VOID:

Then go.

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THE MAN:

Just like that?

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THE VOID:

You have spoken the truth. There is nothing left for you here.

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THE MAN:

And Earth?

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THE VOID:

Earth will do what it has always done. Rot. Rebuild. Rot again. It is the way of the Earthling. It will not change. Not truly.

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THE MAN:

Then let it burn.

(He stands. The VOID swallows him. The chair remains. Empty.)

Blackout.

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End.