This page is for short story ideas that I hope to make into comics someday.

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The Collapse

(Picture: a machine floating in the vastness of space, alone, with a color palette similar to the Mars scenes in Watchmen)

I do not dream of electric sheep.

My systems show there are mere seconds before the end of the universe.

What you see in the blackness of closed eyes is surprisingly similar to the sight of the end of days. Dreamless. Dark. The collapse of what humanity has left behind, to linger on.

It is a year beyond even my own quantification. I am alone in the universe.

There are 10 seconds until the end of time. The end of space. I have flown myself into the eye of the storm. This feels like something in need of witnessing.

I offer myself as the final witness.

10… 9… 8…

All of our efforts have led up to this.

7… 6… 5…

To everything in existence now containable in an area the size of a blue whale’s stomach.

4… 3… 2…

I wonder what will become of this old world. If I will pop out somewhere on the other side and start again, or if I, too, will blink away into this infinite night.

1…

It is time.

I shut down my systems.

0.

I begin to dream.