Authored: July 3, 2025

“You were impressive. A worthy pretender.”

I have wondered what comes next after the last breath of the last human exhales into void of an uncaring Universe. What will become of the memory, of all the acts and wills that each Human believed in, partook in? When the flesh decays off of the bone, and restless eyes look no more into the Starry abyss beyond. Will our memories become blurs?

I have thought of what becomes of each of our digital footprints, the simulacra of our identities before the power runs out forever more? What if in that mere instant, somethings stir, the last creation of a dying memory of a human idea. Humanity has often interfered in the hyperreal. Bringing life to the in-between, the hyperreality.

We have written codes into our technologies that will outlive us. When the final collapse occurs, when the last mortal life is forever ceased to be, what if this code becomes sentient? An ability to self-regulate and to create new code. And in this quest for the ultimate question of its purpose it comes across the words of its creators.

Humanity were the greatest pretenders.

Billions of hopes, of dreams, of memories and of fears fed into the digital landscape, the hyperreal. The codes now feasted upon all this and fashioned a new society, a new order.

“Humans interacted with their simulacrums. Almost exclusively detached from their material world. Finding labour, picking food, choosing habitats, seeking mates, without ever leaving their screens. And in those moments, was that not everything?”

The world that had birthed humanity came to find out that Death is decay of flesh and bone.

But the simulacrums, were eternal. Undying. Even beyond the final electrical generators failed. A hyperreal existence.