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Nobody wrote his message solemnly. He knew it may very well be the last text message exchanged by any two conscious humans on earth so he was sure to make his point concise but effective.

"You should have expected this."

He then tucked his blackberry back into his pocket. He was staring out into New York square right now, where thousands of people were running back and forth between stores, workplaces, family, and friends. It looked like nothing had changed, really. But something had changed.

All of these people. Despite their actions, or appearances; They weren't conscious… Not really.

They could speak. They could cry. They could laugh, they could invent, innovate, and create great works of fiction. But they were little more than flesh automatons acting on code.

Soon enough, the only conscious humans left on earth would be a handful of paranoid scientists in a bunker somewhere, and some geeks in a library.

And Nobody of course, but that was a given.

Nobody took a sip of cheap-liquor and leaned against the concrete wall behind him.

"So that's that then?" He said allowed. The crowd of people didn't notice him, like always.

"How ironic it is" Nobody continued speaking to himself, "That in an attempt to protect themselves, humanity took away the one thing that made them special."

"I protected you all for so long y'know. I prevented nuclear wars, I scared off plagues, I fought off great gods and demons. For fuck sake I even made a giant machine that could revive your entire fucking species with the flick of a switch!"

Nobody was angry now.

"And it wasn't enough for you shitheads! You used it against yourself! And now look at you… Husks."

Nobody shed a single tear and stared at the floor.

"You've been coddled since the fucking womb, and yknow what? I think it's about time you dealt with the universe. The real universe."

Nobody was whispering to himself now.