Civilization began when some guy banged two rocks together, saw a spark, and figured out how he could use this fact to start a fire. It got better and better after that. Then, things took a turn for the worse, and started heading downhill. Civilization ended with a bang when a runaway nano-biomechanical plague was let loose in Kansas one morning, and it spread so fast and quickly, and was so unstoppable, that it wiped out all lifeforms on the planet in under a week, leaving nothing living except itself. After it wiped out it's only fuel source it died too. All that was left, aside from the occasional skyscraper or shopping mall or interstate highway system, was a sort of metaphorical monument to mankind's hubris. It had no specific shape or location -- it wasn't a specific artifact, in other words -- but it existed nonetheless. Upon this monument was inscribed the words of a poet who had been dead for many centuries past, that read, in effect:
"Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair."
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