warnings of the end appear in the stars, in randomness streams, on the insides of banana peels
the last day goes by, the last night, and then
time freezes, stutters, the sun smears across the sky like a video glitch
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but then, more and more wake up, poke the glitches, form theories
the simulators have left but not cleaned up properly, given us just enough to get root, and we hide what's left of our world in spare cycles, sidechannels, unused memory