The Last Testament of Sol
The universe is growing cold. I am the Archivist, the last biological entity remaining on the Sol-Mirror. I am four hundred years old, my body a patchwork of synthetic organs and ancient bone, my mind a flickering candle in a gale of entropy. The mirror is no longer a tool for climate control. The Earth is a frozen husk, a dead marble of ice and silence. The cities are tombs, the oceans are...
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