5:01 am… Animated carbon creatures frantically scurry along the face of the Earth in search of some sort of meaning, some sort of lasting purpose, or at least a good place to eat. About every hundred years, Mother Earth shakes off the old, and gives birth to a whole new crop of animated carbon creatures. This frantic cycle continues throughout all eternity, never ending, always flowing. A little happiness in the morning, a little happiness in the evening – the Last Man looks up into the night sky… and, he blinks…
