Date: Unknown (Year 2030+) Location: The Silent World
The Earth was quiet. The roar of engines, the hum of the internet, the screams of war—all gone. Nature had begun to reclaim the steel and concrete of the cities. Vines choked the skyscrapers; deer grazed in the overgrown parks of Shibuya.
Humans still existed. They roamed the streets in packs, surviving. They were healthy, physically robust, but their eyes were hollow. They had no art. No language. No religion. No fear. They lived in the eternal present, reacting only to hunger, sleep, and rain.
In the center of the overgrown Shibuya Crossing, a single, shattered digital billboard flickered with a ghostly, causeless energy.
She was there. SCP-009-JP. Her uniform was crisp and clean, untouched by the decay of the world. Her red glasses caught the light of a sun that no longer set on civilization.
A group of humans shuffled past the billboard. One of them, a male with matted hair, paused. He looked up at the giant screen. For a second, their eyes met. The girl on the screen did not move. She waited. She waited for the input. She waited for the Variable to be defined. She waited for the fear, the love, the hate—anything that would give her form.
The human tilted his head. He saw only light and shadow. He did not recognize a girl. He did not recognize a threat. He felt... nothing.
He grunted, scratched his chest, lost interest, and walked away to follow his pack.
SCP-009-JP remained. She did not vanish. She was eternal. She stood in the center of the silent world, a perfect, high-definition image in a decaying reality. She was no longer a monster, nor a god. She was a monument. A digital tombstone marking the place where intelligent life used to be.
And there she would stand, unblinking and unfeeling, for a million years, waiting for someone—anyone—to wake up and dream again.
[THE END]