Humanity is extinct, at least enough so to be declared that
by the five different groups that swore they run the galaxy.
But a few humans, the occasional person, or almost-person?
They are around, if you looked hard enough, working in exotic brothels, on
mining planets, Clauy Gak the holoactor is rumored to be one.
Me? I’m human, I guess. And I’ve spoken to all of the others
that I could find.
None of them remember doing this all before. None of them
have had past lives.
Heading for the border of known space now.
I might be back.
Maybe.
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