In 2090, it was all over when a noxious gas spread everywhere. Just a handful of suicidal Cyborgs left on the whole Earth. And very few humans survived the hunts and the viruses and the death rays etc. I was one of only a handful of survivors. Still out of it on neo-opiates. Oh well hope springs eternal. Just like the girl Pandora encountered. Maybe it could have been otherwise. And maybe in time another civilization will crop up.
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