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These Backwards Echoes
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Continúa, Has publicado jul 30, 2021
Tired of  guessing at when the end of the world will come, humanity has decided to voluntarily go extinct in the year 2075. In the meantime, they try to keep as comfortable as they can in a world populated by zombies and supermooses. Everly is one of the last high school students earth will ever see, and just like anyone else, she wants to be remembered after her death. Since there won't be anyone to do so in the future, she sends her premature memoirs to the past, which starts to unravel a web of lies that will expose the truth about the impending elective extinction. 

With the help of some unlikely allies from all corners of time and space, she might just find a way to preserve the human race for centuries to come.

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