I feel more alone than
ever before, no one to love, no one to laugh with, not even one to argue with.
Surrounded by a mass of things that look exactly like us but don’t get to feel
the rain or smell the fresh flowers of spring. How did we let this happen, when
did we thought this was a great idea? Now there are a 1000 left of our specie, and
a world coming to its end, the challenge: bring it back to life.
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