And then you die. Afterward you wake up in an empty city, an empty planet, full of cities, roads, bacteria and the usual human's horrors plaguing the landscape. But you are completely alone, facing the Unknown as if it is a discharghed battery machine. A world that keep going in its direction, a post-human world without any apocalypse that just lives under our skin, under our conscience. A world that we will stare silentiously for the rest of our lives and that we will meet just after our death. Not a better or a weird world, just a randomly silence and calm world. The same world where the epicurean gods went to stay away from us, but without them.
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