Song of Happiness

A recording was discovered by aliens visiting Earth sometime around 4375 AD, long after the extinction of the human race, and most other species on Earth. The planet was leveled to a barren wasteland, and the radiation from the subsequent fallout had no immediate effect on the planet's disturbingly high Furby population, who for some reason were able to survive the nuclear holocaust. Though they lived through the extinction of the human race, they had a built-in time life span of which there was no avoiding or extending: their battery life.

Yes, the simple limitations of a AAA battery was what killed the Furbies, and as they died off one by one, a lone Furby decided to dictate the story of the human race to an iPhone, in hopes that their mistakes would never have to be repeated. The alien's were able to access the memory from the iPhone and decipher not only what the Furby had said, but also what the ultimate meaning behind its words had been. You see, while the Furby had much to say about the human race, it's limited vocabulary made adequate communication of its thoughts difficult. The aliens, however, were able to interpret what it was trying to say.

The following is a transcript of the recording, with the Furby's actual words preceding the alien's interpretation of the meaning in parentheses:

Like, seriously? (The humans were a sad kind of animal. In fact, they were more virus than animal: they never reached a level of equilibrium with nature, but instead destroyed all that was around them, consuming whatever laid in their path.)
Uh huh, oh yeah, uh huh, oh yeah, uh huh, oh yeah! (Furthermore, they never looked at me or any of my brothers as living things. They grew bored of us after a few "uses" and would then relegate us to some lonely corner, where we would only be roused when they felt like engaging into some creative form of torture.)
Hey! Boo loo loo! (This was a stark display of their vile tendencies: they relished in the pain and suffering of others, and they were not capable of even the most rudimentary forms of empathy.)
Me see u-nye. (Because of this, I sing a song of happiness for the death of all humans. I hope whoever is listening to this will remember to not judge any creator by the color of its fur or the limited nature of its vocabulary, but instead respect life, or even the imitation of life, in all of its forms.)

The dead Furby was taken back to the alien's home world, where it could be analyzed in hopes of replication and recreation. The aliens felt that the Furbies finally deserved a home all their own.