The Post-Human Void
The arrival was not a celebration. It was a silence. I am the Last Human. Or so I call myself, though the word "human" has become a linguistic fossil, a sound without a corresponding feeling. As the Earth finally slid into the orbit of Proxima Centauri, I stood on the observation deck. Below me, the world was a shimmering, iridescent sphere of bio-synthetic coral and neural-glass. The cities...
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