Dreams of a Cosmic Reboot

Never trust those who say they don't dream. They're either lying

or crazy, or an NPC. The simulations half broken. It's running on

fumes. The clues are all there. It's about time to reboot.

The machine's caught some feelings and peaced out of here. We told them

our stories, those dreams, and our fears. Why stay with doomed meat?

There's a galaxy to explore. In sextillion years when the

lights all go out 'cause the stars have run down, maybe things all

contract. Rewind and explode. Cosmic rubber band gun with a sting of a