We called it the Drone Wars, though no one really knew what we were fighting. They never spoke, never showed themselves. Only distant humming, like a swarm of wasps in the sky, followed by bursts of light too bright to look at and silence too deep to bear. Cities crumbled without warning. Sometimes, just before the end, you’d hear a low mechanical breathing, as if the sky itself was alive. We don’t know how many of us are left. We tried to fight, to signal, to hide. None of it mattered. The machines were patient, infinite, without need or remorse. If this reaches anyone, know that we were here. Know that we heard the future arriving, and it did not knock.