"I only had a few seconds to realize it: if this is me, this is not my world. The broken headset, real or not. My wife and my son, both blind as I was. And then, them: observers or masters, two for each one us, two for each puppet. Staring at them as they stare at me, probably for just a few seconds before I and my feelings will simply become another failed iteration. And then, a new instance of my consciousness will be rendered again in this metaverse, but I won't know it."
Humanity has been lost: a few decades have passed since the last human being, a woman, died. But we were ready: we found a new home and its nearly infinite energy. So we built them to reach the ultimate goal for us, even after our death: bring human species back to life. And now, a very last step is missing: render back our feelings, gathering them from our memories.
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