It's The End Of The World As THEY Know It

Timmy was a psychic,
And he had a vision one night,
He found an ancient artifact,
So he journeyed to the site.

The excavations had started,
The diggers hit something true,
An item removed from the ground,
But they really had no clue.

The object was small but heavy,
And it was the shape of Sphere,
Timmy took it back to his home,
He had to figure it out, that's clear.

After the artifact was unearthed,
Two glowing lights were seen,
As if it was activated,
Maybe an invisible beam.

That night Timmy had gone to bed,
And on his bed now he was sitting,
And out of the blue it came to him,
The artifact was transmitting.

And after a super restless night,
He had the most peculiar dream,
His eyes were looking in disbelief,
For what he thought he'd seen.

The next day he jumped onto a flight,
That took him far from home,
A flight down to the bottom of the Earth,
He would do this trip alone.

Before too long he found himself,
In a place few have ever stood,
He didn't know if he'd find answers,
But at Antarctica he think he would.

He briefed the local scientists,
And showed them the Artifact,
And the two glowing lights apon it,
And they agreed they had to act.

Timmy had another dream,
This time it was a lot of information,
Maybe coordinates to a spot,
He now found more motivation.

The scientists and Timmy marked it,
On to a local map,
And got onto the snow mobiles,
And away they went asap.

They arrived at the coordinates,
And Timmy pulled out the Sphere,
It became massively super heavy,
And through the snow it disappeared.

The ground began to rumble,
As the crew had backed away,
It felt like something was emerging,
Wanting to run but decided to stay.

To the surfaced arrived a platform,
And reluctantly that's where they stood,
And the lure of scientific curiosity,
They knew that they should.

All of a sudden they disappeared,
Surrounded by a shining light,
And reappeared in a room below,
They were actually at the site.

The room was looking so alien,
As they were faced now with a door,
The scientists stood in amazement,
And soaked in at what they saw.

The doors had just parted open,
And inside technologically nice,
As if they stood in a mothership,
Right there under the ice.

There was a single arm chair,
As they were looked across to the right,
Timmy had an urge to sit on the chair,
Surrounded by screens and light.

Once he sat came the answers,
Of what they were searching for,
One for the conspiracy theorists,
And one that was heard of before.

The Earth is a simulation,
And is being monitored by this ship,
It's to see how we are reacting,
To this current climate shift.

The aliens are making the globe warm,
And the UFOs are watching us,
They crank up the heat gradually,
To see if we make a fuss.

This ship is interconnected,
So a similar one in the North Pole,
They alter the catastrophes created,
To see if the Earth is whole.

It seems that they are testing us,
And see if we can find resolve,
I wonder if we ever will,
I think it's something we should solve.