Deathamphetamine - The Last Man

He opened his eyes, aged only a fraction of the centuries of time elapsed during his journey to the stars, but on this world to which he now arrived. He did not expect to recognize the future race or the world on which they would reside, but greater still was the grim surprise: a degenerate parody of humankind.
Something had gone horribly awry, the way that they regarded this man from the sky, nothing even human in their eyes, indicative of beings whom had once been civilized.
Wandering absent of mind in the ruins of this world he had left behind, speech in grunts he couldn’t comprehend, how had mankind come to this ignoble end?
The process of de-evolution was plain to see in the evidence that was left behind.
Monoliths of garbage, monuments to the greedy and blind: headstones on the grave of the mind.
Last remains of culture, buried beneath the ash: overcome by the mountains of trash.
The metaphor was clear from which one could extrapolate intelligence was mankind’s recessive genetic trait!
Beneath the rubble they would find prophecies foretelling the beginning of the end. In which horrified philosophers described a society enraptured in self destructive trends.
Evolutionary values reversed, mediocrity rewarded, exceptionalism cursed.
A world in which the dull would succeed and breed has become very dull indeed.

The prophecy’s fulfillment is at hand “I understand” said the last man.