Death didn't always come for us so quickly, you know. There was a time when it only took one or two humans, when we could potentially live forever as long as we weren't interesting enough for Death. Now it takes so many we barely have enough time to think let alone consciously become as dull and uninspiring as possible.
By now you've possibly guessed that Death isn't a natural thing, it is a being that we know as the end of our physical self and the one who takes our loved ones away to entertain it forever. At least, forever in theory. Seems with every person it takes, ten others suddenly become so much more appealing and the recently taken is cast aside like an unwanted doll at Christmas.
Death is a capricious thing, prone to bouts of mass collection and rejection that we call outbreaks, rare strains of treatment-resistant illnesses that wipe us out so that it can enjoy being surrounded by a wealth of unique individuals to play with until it grows bored again.
It grows bored so fast now, too fast for humanity to keep up with.
We can't keep it busy for much longer.
By now you've possibly guessed that Death isn't a natural thing, it is a being that we know as the end of our physical self and the one who takes our loved ones away to entertain it forever. At least, forever in theory. Seems with every person it takes, ten others suddenly become so much more appealing and the recently taken is cast aside like an unwanted doll at Christmas.
Death is a capricious thing, prone to bouts of mass collection and rejection that we call outbreaks, rare strains of treatment-resistant illnesses that wipe us out so that it can enjoy being surrounded by a wealth of unique individuals to play with until it grows bored again.
It grows bored so fast now, too fast for humanity to keep up with.
We can't keep it busy for much longer.
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