Exi[s]t

Human sentience flickers as it struggles to survive its migration to virtual space, an infinite vastness of data and code dubbed The Citadel. Without a need for organic vessels we venture endlessly with little to no purpose for our now immortal consciousness in search of.....well, anything. Something. Everything.

A need to once again fill a void we left behind in our efforts to outlive the weakness of the physical bodies we cast aside nearly a millennia ago.

What was once a haven now threatens to be the undoing of its very creators. When a human mind wishes to undergo permanent slumber, that data is then recycled into the code of the construct that maintains the Citadel. But something has changed. It's become malicious. More and more of us willingly choose to cease our consciousness due to nothing more than boredom. Or loss. Or simply wanting to not "live" anymore. Soon we will become extinct. Our history wiped clean. I cannot let it end like this. It mustn't. There must be a way.....