Psychotic in the final years of life on Earth, humans clung tight to multiple delusions, grimly unaware of their own commercially driven predator instinct blindly pushing with ecocidal greed their self-extinction, all but the few who bravely insisted they expose reality, though coldly ignored or slyly compared to crazy extremists by the corporate media, when it was over and all lay dead, there were no people alive to remember anyone ever existed.

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