The universe hummed, a low and constant vibration that nobody seemed to notice, and nobody knew its significance. People are too busy drowning in their own babble: there is so much noise, everybody jeering into echo chambers, fighting and killing each other over things that won’t matter in ten years, maybe not even next year.

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     But I’m not writing to complain about any of that. I’m here to leave behind an account of the things I have seen. I also feel the need to leave a confession. A true accounting of what I’ve done. And what I am about to do.