With a bird's eye view of the globe, they watched.
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Earthlings lived years in minutes. World War I lasted but three minutes. A number of minutes later, another such war began, this time with more planes criss-crossing the globe. Two black cloaks erupted from a slender body of land on the "East" side of the globe, rising mushrooms of dark smoke.
They watched for a few more minutes. Earthlings continued to fight other Earthlings, causing death while at the same time ensuring it for future generations by destroying the atmosphere.
Minutes passed. Nothing major occured except for the usual fluctuations in the world's economies, and people doing thingsthat they deemed important; that was how the viewers had spent most of the time, being thoroughly amused at the Earthlings' self-appointed paramountcy.
A huge fire broke out, more black mushrooms popped up all over the world, more planes buzzed criss-crossed through the air. After a minute or two, 3 final mushrooms sprouted like fungi and rose towards the audience.
The globe went black. The story was over.
A man taller than the globe walked onto the stage dressed in a cloak and sandals. Actually, it is truly not apt to refer to him as a man since they did not reproduce; they didn't need to either, immortal as they were.
He strode nonchalantly to a podium of sorts and picked up his trophy, almost a third the size of the radius of the globe. He smiled and, wordlessly, picked it up and strode away as the huge monitor behind him, almost twice as large as the globe, read (if translated to the Earthling language English):
For Outstanding Achievement in Robotics