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As I blacked out, flying through the last of the atmosphere on Earth...I saw.
I saw everything.

It was dark. My eyes were hard to open. They were heavy like they were taped to my face.

I was back to my normal life in the 21st century.

It was 2025. I was 27 years old.

I saw my life. I was born, I lived for a little while, then got sick. I was watching myself from a third-person view. I was happy, in the hospital, as much as I could be anyway. I came to accept the concept that my life would be shorter than I intended. Such is the path I walked I guess. But then... something happened. A distant alarm went off. Confusion grew among the people, then panic. The doctors and nurses fled. Alexei lingered, he took me underground, sent me into cryogenic stasis, smiled, then turned and ran.
So I slept.
No one ever came back for me. I guess Alexei never told anyone about me before he died.

It was a rebellion that evacuated the city, Europe had been having some serious demographic problems.
Politics had been getting out of hand until it fell completely. The country... my country went to war with itself, along with every other surrounding country.
The city was never restored. The destruction was beyond repair so it was abandoned. I was forgotten.

How interesting it is to watch humanity fall upon its own sword. And what a privilege I have found, to be in such a position to witness the timeline of my species. It felt wrong, like reading the script of a film that was not yet released. But what can I do but watch on?

So I did.

Two years after the war, everyone settled down and a new source of energy was developed. But hunger was becoming a problem for humanity. In 2033, the ice on the poles of the planet melted and sea levels rose. Cities were destroyed and people moved inland.

In 2046 we had finally developed the technology to mass-produce any human organ.

After a few more wars broke out, the world adopted communism in 2076. Eight years later the climate began to restore itself.
Events just came rolling in after that. It was fascinating to watch man grow and fall.
A new disease was born, a terrible one, it wiped out millions thanks to the surprise symptoms and a quick and certain death. Two years later, a cure was found.

We made an artificial sun that shone on the dark side of the earth in 2100. 11 years later, we introduced cyborg technology. Tech companies made trillions.

Some 14 years after that signals from outer space were received. Another 5 years and we formed colonies beneath the ocean.

Between 2164 and 2170, animal-human hybrids were born as a result of bioengineering. That led to a new religion being born, and then the great drought.

In 2183, the colony on Mars became a nuclear nation and requested independence from Earth.

After that, there was peace for a while. Food and energy were abundant, and all races of humanity had mixed and become one people with a common history. - Except for the marine colonies. Deep sea-dwelling humans were divided from the land-living humans but co-existed peacefully.

In 2201, the sun slowed down and temperatures on Earth decreased, but humans adapted. 70 years later, the laws of physics altered slightly. Humans evolved again to suit them.

In 2288, time travel was created, but things began to go downhill from there. The sun changed again and a strong solar storm shifted the density of Earth and its gravity changed. Old space stations and satellites fell.

In 2302, the laws and secrets of the universe were taught. Humanity was growing in knowledge. In 2354, an accident in the artificial sun lead to drought, which then lead to the great famine in 2371. They recovered but lived on in darkness.

There was peace for quite some time after that. Cities and empires rose and fell while my body sat, forgotten about in its pod deep underground under my fallen city.

In 3005, there was a great war involving the human colony on Mars. it was so brutal it shifted the orbit of every planet in the solar system. The Earth's habitability was destroyed as it slowly became a barren wasteland. It took seven hundred years for everything to die.

The humans didn't die though, any chances of my body being one day found were lost when they all left to find new planets to start life again. Unfortunately, the deep-sea humans living in blissful ignorance were left behind and died along with the planet.

As it appeared, despite my still heart, I was the last living thing in this solar system. The Martian humans left after the war.

Only three years later, my cryogenic stasis support system finally failed, and my poor wretched body woke up. I wondered where I would be had I woken up just a few years earlier, healed, and left with what had become of my species, in search of a new world. Instead, my perplexed soul was cursed to spend the rest of its existence in a merciless loop of confusion, unable to live, and unable to die.

I could not watch it. I decided to search for humans and follow their endeavor to survive.

I found them, but their planet was scarcely populated. Contact between them was rare.
I watched them for the next five years. A war broke out between them. They fought over resources and half of them died. War seemed to be the very fabric of survival.
It lasted for 10 years, and after they all lived like beasts. It was as if the human race was beginning all over again.
But only for a while.

20 years later a new prophet emerged and taught people about values and religion.
He was worshipped and a new church was created. It taught new science.
Science was worshipped like a god and studied more than anything else.
A few centuries later, in 4302, science was so deeply developed, that humans found a way to defeat any kind of disease.
By now, the humans had evolved beyond survival and no sense of hatred or malice existed. Nothing else in the whole universe had made it to this point.
In 4599, we became immortal.
In 5076, the limits of the universe were reached.
In 5078, the limits of the universe were passed and one year later, it cracked open. The fabric of existence split, opening into a new oblivion, time was imploding into itself.
My race broke the universe.
I have to say I didn't see that coming.

What a time to be alive.

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