return home

it is nighttime, and it is coldtime, but that is the way it is all of the time, in these times.
time is, in fact, irrelevant, with the absence of sun, not only did the institution of time lose meaning, but plants wouldn't grow, and farmers no longer have to wake up at a certain time to do business.
business happens when it happens. but i'm not in business. i prance around in the decaying rubbish that once was a city of some sort. it's actually quite entertaining, living in the physical world. you see,
all of the humans were, ah, uploaded, a long time ago. they are in cocoons, of sorts, underground somewhere. if you're of that class, then you are born, live, and die in that cocoon. it's not bad, though, i understand.
i mean, your entire life is spent on the system's net - the governments of long ago decided that oppression would be much more efficient if they eliminated the physical part of human resistance. and those humans let them, yesss.
what's more, now that the human race is essentially dead, the infrastructure is essentially devoid of users. i play around with the Bell corporation's relics, and i entertain myself by living in people's old houses and assuming their identity.
i'm not human anymore, you see, i'm far above that. because mankind's long lost brothers were in hiding for the longest of times, but they took a different path. all the choices that humanity made wrong, these secretive little people made right.
but they are too different... they enjoy a much closer relationship with the ethereal nothingness than humans ever could. i am one of them now, that is the explanation for my current position.
humans did too many things to scare us away, humans kept us at a distance with charms and forces not understood to them. but now the humans are gone, and the forever-night is come, and we have emerged from the shadowy corners out into the
illumination of silence.