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We don't deserve

We don’t deserve.

I was the only doctor who could treat the spirits, the ghosts as the outside world call them, but for me they were just my patients. I gave them special preference, and I referred them as my specials. Humans were normal patients.
This slight inclination to them, it affected my business. The humans weren’t ready to get treated by me even though I had the highest qualifications, the best success rate, and was named as one of the best surgeons for the past year.
The humans didn’t like them but it wasn’t the case with the spirits. The spirits were much more open minded, they didn’t mind that their doctor was human, they didn’t differentiate based on species, human, animal or not. They were really good people, it was just that the way humans treated them, they had to react and that was the reason for the war going on between the humans and the spirits. And me, I was at the center of it.
Humans considered me as a traitor, whereas the dead considered me as their only hope, only link to connect them back to the real world, help them coexist with the living again.
There were a lot of protests and violence exhibited in front of clinics. This led to people even killing each other and then the media blaming the dead for controlling the human for committing the crime. Humans took advantage of the innocence and the vulnerability. They just wanted a war.
They knew they had already destroyed their planet, climate change had already started, the sea levels were rising at an alarming rate.
Everyday there was news of some natural calamity taking place and the deaths that occurred with it. Humans, their world was surely coming to an end, it was a slow, gradual, progressive but it was happening right in front of them. It was too late now.
They blamed the dead, the spirits for it. The spirits were the future of the planet, after the humans went extinct, they could live peacefully. The climate and the environment didn’t affect them, they would be walking the face of the future Earth with no plants, or any sort of life.
The spirits had the upper hand, nothing to lose. If the humans didn’t let them live peacefully now they would definitely get it in the future. All they wanted was to coexist peacefully. They didn’t want control over anything. But humans they just don’t understand, they don’t realize until it’s too late.
I was soon called to the court. The case was to decide whether I could treat both the dead and the living. The humans had objections against it.
“Doctor, why are you treating the already dead. Your treatment is absolutely useless in their case. So why ignore our species and help them” the prosecution said.
“Well…. the way I say it, they aren’t dead, they are as alive as us, they do suffer from ailments and diseases and as a person who has taken vow to service people. I consider them people too.”
“In that case, Doctor, you should only stick to treating them, the humans don’t want doctors like you who differentiate among his patients.”
He didn’t appeal to the judge.
The decision was already given.
“Doctor, after hearing all the witnesses and your case. We the humans thereby decline all the services you have to offer for us. All of your qualifications and achievements have been nullified and you can’t practice as a professional surgeon on the human species again.”
Everyone in the court started clapping to this. They felt like they had done justice.
I saw the leader of the dead, sitting in front. He was disappointed with it.
“I would like to say something” he stood up from his seat.
The court was silent again, they were scared of him. He had never used his powers but they knew that he could destroy the world by himself if he wanted to.
“Today……this decision has made me lose faith in your species. The little hope that I had of your kindness, that is gone. This man….” he pointed at me with his sharp claw finger.
“This man to me stands for the real human. He treated us just like we were any of his patients. He has saved a lot of lives for us. We will never forget what he has done for us. And you should too. He has served you people his entire lives and in the end, he gets this.”
He looked at the people “The world is coming to a slow end. We need to let go of our boundaries, accept that there is life outside you. Accept that Earth and you, are just a tiny speck in this vast universe. We need to be humble to each other. Please……. let us save our only planet” he requested.
 “What has been done, is done. And we will take care of ourselves” the human representative announced without even thinking.
And that was it.

Hundred years later, I am still on planet Earth. But it isn’t the same planet it once was. Now only the dead walk on it. Humans didn’t change their attitude after so many warnings. Like how the dead say it here “Humans deserved extinction”. I am slowly accepting the fact.

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