The Entropy Sigh
The room was white. Not the white of paint or paper, but the white of a void that had forgotten the concept of color. There were no walls, no ceiling, no floor—only a boundless, luminous expanse that stretched in every direction forever. I am not a man anymore. I am a sequence of thoughts, a lingering echo of a consciousness that once belonged to a creature of carbon and water. I am the last...
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