“We created you.” The creature made of white light said. Its voice was not audible to ears, it rang in his head.
“We love to create life and watch them grow. When we get bored we terminate them and move on.”
“Our one second is equivalent to your millennium.”
“When we got bored with earth we programmed it for termination and moved on. Now it all depends on you whether you will keep it or blow it away. We don’t care anymore. We are busy elsewhere.”
“Where is that terminator?” he asked “how can we stop it?”
“You human beings are terminators. You will have to stop yourself.”
“How?” he asked to the disappearing form, did not get any reply.