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Remnants

Bob stared, his mouth gaping at the unnatural naturalness of it all.

“But… but where did you come from?”

The dust shimmered slightly, as though it were laughing. Isn’t it obvious? These particles, every atom of them, are all that is left of the Earth. Seeing as you’re the sole remnant of the planet, we, meaning the particles and I, want to guide you.

Bob’s head was reeling. Much too much had happened in the space of five minutes for him to comprehend. His mouth seemed to speak of its own accord as it answered, “So… what now?”

Now, Bob, you wait. Wait as we guide you to a world that your people had only dreamed of…

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