The last man on Earth sat in a room.
There was a knock on the door.
It could have been anything.
It could have been a tree falling over in the wind, some
noise caused by nature.
It could have been a woman, it being her day to try and get
impregnated by him.
It could have been a robot, completing its orders to go
round offering life insurance.
It could have been anything, but in this case it was another
ghost that the last man on Earth kept seeing from his padded room, here to take
him to ‘counselling’…
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