Dr. Felix “Patches” Kittenson, Senior Representative of the Felinoid Science Directorate, completed his inspection of the human research facility with a growing feeling of anger.
He had tried to impress upon these foolish naïfs the inestimable potential for disaster if they continued dabbling in matters they simply did not understand. Their deficient knowledge of particle physics, cosmological dynamics and even the most basic elements of space time mechanics almost guaranteed something most unpleasant would occur if they did not immediately cease and desist their ill-advised experimentation.
Had he known how willfully self-destructive these lesser beings had the potential to be, he’d never have even bothered to come here at all. Boarding the primitive railed ground conveyance, he gave one last scornful gaze over his shoulder, straining to hear any indication that even one of the idiots had not obliterated themselves...but heard nothing.
Humans, he sneered, good riddance to bad rubbish.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: listening.