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Long Time Gone

Hello, my name is… well, I’m not really sure. Now isn’t that odd? I used to have one. Its been so long since anyone’s been around to ask, I seem to have forgotten. Had you asked that a century or two ago, I’m sure I would’ve remembered. A millennium at the outside.

What am I? Well that’s an easy one. I’m the last one left. Everyone else on this dustball is dead and gone, or so trapped in their own minds you’d never get anything sensical out of them. The old network connections are gone though, so I can’t say that for sure. Damn things were supposed to last forever, but when the sun expanded and got close enough, it wore out the shielding after an eon or two.

What ‘dya mean i didn’t answer? ‘Course I did. I’m what they used to call a human. Well, my mind is. Wasn’t born in this tin-can of a computer, at any rate. Connections went a long time ago, but I kept talking on the wireless, just in case someone was listening. Looks like someone was.

Say, whats your name, anyways?

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